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Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02

By: edrider73



Yo-Yo Chronicles Two: Balloon

Many thanks to bythewx for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.




"I don't know if I should bring this up," said Ellie. "It's pretty far out there, and I know how uptight you are."

We were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner. "That's not fair," I protested. "You know that I'm doing my best to be open-minded about your strange ideas that you hear from your strange friends."

"They are not strange," shot back Ellie. "They're just more adventurous."

"I wish you were more adventurous in bed," I said, moving the subject even further away. We both laughed.

It was a discussion that we were constantly having, but it wasn't a serious one. We had married six months ago, and the honeymoon wasn't over.

I was the stodgier of the two of us, except when it came to sex. She was trying her best to be more uninhibited and experimental, but it was hard for her. I didn't care that much, because I was so in love with her that every second we were together was special, even if it was just watching her amazing body as she walked across the room.

"Well, as it happens, Velma was talking about sex," she said.

At first, I didn't understand, but then I realized she had circled back to the thing she wasn't sure she should bring up. I knew she worked with Velma, and they often had lunch together.

"What did she say?" I asked with a smile. "Did she give you some pointers. Velma is hot."

"Oh be quiet, Stu," said Ellie. "You are such a flirt." She and I both knew that I never flirted with another woman. I did stare at a shapely woman when we were in public, but only one: Ellie. I had a one-track mind when it came to her, and she loved that.

"Velma has been married for seven years, and she told me that she and her husband were getting into a rut when it came to sex. A friend of hers told her about a special club where couples went to watch live sex shows. She persuaded her husband to go with her, and after that their sex lives improved 1,000 per cent."

"What kind of club?" I asked. "Is it legal?"

"I don't know," said Ellie. "She didn't say much. She said if we go, the first time should be a surprise to both of us. She said that they did some pretty strange things, but it worked, because she and Bob are having more exciting sex than ever before.

"I wonder if Bob thinks so, too," I said. "We're seeing them Saturday; I'll ask him."

We were in a restaurant and the girls had gone to the powder room. "So tell me about your amazing sex club," I said to Bob.

He was expressionless as he answered. "Velma told me you'd be asking about it," he said. "I'm not allowed to tell you any of the details, but I'm supposed to honestly answer any questions you ask."

I thought that was a strange reply. "What do you mean you're not allowed?" I said.

"Velma made me promise, because if you decide to go, she wants you to be surprised."

"What is it like?"

"That's too vague."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"No."

"But I thought you went there all the time."

He didn't say anything.

"Are you going there all the time?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I refused to go back."

"Wait a second. I thought this club spiced up your sex life.

He didn't say anything.

"Is that wrong?"

"No."

"You mean, the club did improve your sex life?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you stop going?"

"I'm not allowed to tell you because I can't give you any details."

I saw the girls coming back to the table.

"Do you think we should go to the club?" I asked him.

"I can't answer that. I have an opinion, but I promised Velma I wouldn't give you my opinion."

"The two of you must be discussing the world's problems because you look so serious," said Velma as the girls joined us. I looked at Bob, and he was frowning at me and moving his head ever so slightly from side to side, signaling me he didn't want to share our conversation.

"Yes, Velma," I said. "Bob and I were talking about whether we should withdraw troops from Pakistan immediately or wait until they begin loving us." We all laughed, but I saw Ellie and Velma exchange glances. They knew exactly what we had been talking about.

Driving home, Ellie asked me, "What did Bob tell you?"

"Not very much, but I could tell he had mixed feelings about it," I said.

"Did he say it improved their sex life?"

"Yes."

"Then what's the harm of trying it one time." She sounded enthusiastic. Velma had definitely sold her on the idea.

"I guess there's no harm," I said, "but even though he didn't exactly warn me against going, I got some bad vibes from Bob."

"Well, I still want to go."

"OK, but you've been warned."

"Velma said the club moves around, so she'll find out where it is now. As soon as she tells me, I'll make reservations."

"OK," I said. Even though Bob said the club had made sex better with Velma, his demeanor told me that wasn't the whole story, and I wasn't enthusiastic. In fact, I hoped Ellie would forget all about it.

But she didn't, and a few days later, she announced we'd be going there Saturday night. The club only operated once a week, and it was being held in an old theater on the other side of town. It wasn't in a dangerous neighborhood, but when we parked in the theater lot, I looked around and saw it was one of those areas that was getting a little seedy.

There were some large bouncers at the door who checked our reservations. In the lobby, there were women everywhere wearing long white robes talking to couples. We looked around. I didn't see any men other than the men who were accompanied by women, like me.

One of the women in a white robe approached us. She didn't look at me but addressed Ellie. "You will be going this way, and he will be going that way," she said, pointing at two exits from the lobby. I saw other couples splitting up and going where she was indicating.

"But we're together," said Ellie.

"Oh, don't worry, honey," the woman said. "You'll rejoin him inside the theater. We just have to explain how things work, and we prefer to do it separately for the men and women, because they usually have different questions."

"Oh," said Ellie and waved at me as she walked to the women's exit. I slowly walked toward the men's door feeling uneasy.

The door led to a long narrow hall that seemed to go around the side of the theater to what used to be backstage. I followed the men into a large room with old mirrors and lockers. On a counter was a stack of white towels. The only furniture was wooden benches.

I saw some men taking off their clothes and wrapping a towel around their waists. The lockers all had padlocks with keys in them, and after the men closed the lock, they took out the key and left through another door, wearing only their towel.

I and about 20 other men just stood there looking until a tall woman wearing a white robe came in and shouted, "Everyone who's here for the first time, come this way." She led us to a corner and then spoke loudly above the sound of the slamming lockers.

"Please take off all your clothes and put them in any locker," she said. "The key has a plastic stretch band attached. Put that on your wrist so you don't lose it. Then wrap a towel around you and exit through that door and look for your friend who came with you."

"What if we don't want to take off our clothes?" asked one of the men.

"No problem," she said. "Just exit through this door, which will put you on the side of the theater. Walk around to the front and wait. We will announce that anyone missing the man who came with her should go to the front of the theater."

The man who spoke and about five others left. The rest of us looked at each other and then started taking off our clothes. I wanted to leave, but I wanted to explain to Ellie first. I could always come back here after I saw her.

I entered the theater feeling stupid wrapped in my towel with my key hanging from my arm. I looked around. All of the theater seats had been stripped from each row and replaced by padded benches. Men and women were sitting next to each other and talking. The men were all naked and sitting on their towels. The women were all dressed. There was a nervous buzz to the chatter, and I noticed each couple stayed far away from the next couple on the bench. No one talked to anyone except the person they were with.

"Over here, Stu."

I heard Elllie's shout and looked around. I finally saw her sitting about five rows back in the center. I went to her. "We're leaving now," I started to say, but she stopped me by kissing me.

"Just listen," she said. "They told us our men would be nervous and skittish the first time. But they said to show them we loved them, and you know I love you. They said that they guaranteed you and I would have a great night of sex after the show or they would refund our admission.

"I asked how they could know, and they said they would take our word for it if we weren't satisfied. They said the show might make the men a little squeamish, but it didn't matter, because they knew it would work. Stu, I can tell you want to go, but won't you at least try it for one time?"

Her smile worked like she knew it would. I couldn't say no to her. She looked excited and radiant, and the show hadn't even started.

"OK," I said, "but I have a feeling I'm going to regret this."

"I didn't quite get everything about the show," Ellie said, "but I understood that it involves volunteers from the audience who perform with professionals in a kind of erotic play."

I looked around the room. There was no curtain on the stage, and it was brightly lit by lights above and at the edge of the stage. In the audience area, there were a number of spotlights aimed at the stage with operators sitting behind them. There were also video cameras everywhere, and in the area in front of the stage, there were two women sitting on the carpet fitted with professional body-held cameras and batteries. They were wearing white robes, along with lots of other women standing everywhere, mostly among the audience in the wide rows or in the aisles at the ends of the rows. Some of them were holding batches of balloons. There were no men anywhere, except the naked men like me sitting on their towels next to a woman.

There was not much decor, just the balloons everywhere. At the end of each aisle there was a big bouquet of balloons, and more big bunches were at the back and the sides of the stage. They were big, round cheap looking balloons in many different colors.

Ellie unwrapped my towel and put it on the padded bench, and I sat down on it. "During the show, I'm supposed to pleasure you with my hands," she said and smiled at me. "I guess I get my pleasure later."

A sound of trumpets came over the speakers and died down after a few seconds. On the stage, a tall woman in a white robe stepped up to a microphone. "Welcome," she said, "especially to those who are here for the first time. We've planned a great show for tonight. It's about a man who loses a bet to his girlfriend and has to let her watch while he submits to two men for the first time. Jilly will play the girlfriend, and Bobo and Arnie are the two men. A woman in white stepped forward and shrugged out of her robe. She was good looking and had a voluptuous body, which was dressed in a skimpy bikini top and a thong. Two men stepped out next to her and also dropped their robes. They were both muscular and bursting out of their Speedos. I heard a gasp from Ellie, and then she looked at me and smiled.

"Now we need a volunteer from the audience," she said. "I know a lot of you bisexual exhibitionists would love to be ravaged by Bobo and Arnie, but we need someone who can act a little and pretend to be straight. You have to act afraid of them and make the audience think you are being forced to do this by your girlfriend. Do you think you can look humiliated and in pain? If you do, shout out, 'Balloon!'" She stopped, and the room was quiet for a moment. Not many volunteers, I thought.

Then I heard a voice shouting balloon, but it was a woman's voice a few rows in front of us. She was standing, and two of the spotlights turned toward her while four women in white rushed toward her. One held a big batch of balloons. I saw the man next to her jump up and turn quickly, and then the two of them were surrounded by robes and I couldn't see anything more for a few minutes. Then the whole group, except for the woman who had shouted balloon, began moving down the row to the aisle and then up the aisle toward the stage. The woman who had been with the man sat down and watched, along with everyone else, as the women in robes and the naked man in the middle of them were moving forward, slowly at first. But the closer they got, the faster they moved, and by the time they were starting up a ramp at the side of the stage, all the women in robes and the man were jogging together as a tight unit. I heard a strange voice coming from the group, but it wasn't amplified so I couldn't hear what she was saying.

The women and the naked man walked to the center of the stage in a tight formation, two women pressing closely on each side of the man. They brought him to a second microphone.

The tall woman spoke again into the first mike. "What is your name?" she said. The man didn't answer. His head was moving around the audience and all over the stage. He seemed to be looking frantically for something.

"Jerome." It was a shout from the audience, and I looked and saw it was the woman who had been with him."

"Welcome, Jerome," said the woman. "Do you think you can act as if you are scared out of your wits at the idea of a man violently tearing you apart? Or are you going to disappoint us and show how eager you are to be the bottom? What do you say?"

The man stepped to the microphone. His voice sounded funny and high-pitched, and there was a ripple of laughter in the audience from both the men and the women. He stopped, and then he began again. "Please, please let me go," he pleaded. "This is a mistake. I didn't volunteer. Tell them honey, it's a mistake. I'm just here to watch because she asked me to come. I don't want to be onstage. I'm totally straight. Tell them it's a mistake, honey. I'm only here because she asked me to come. I don't want to be onstage." His voice continued, but his mike went dead, so I couldn't hear him.

"That was great, Jerome, said the tall woman. "I'm always surprised at how quickly some of our amateurs get into the roles and how convincing they can be. You really have me thinking that you aren't just dying to let Bobo and Arnie stuff your butt, you naughty boy." There was more laughter at the expense of the man with the high, squeaky voice.

"I guess we're ready," the woman said. "The actors will take their places. They know their characters, so they can improvise."

She left the stage, and the four women in robes and the naked man, who was still talking up a storm although nobody could hear him, went to the large couch in a unit and sat down together. The sexy girl in the thong bikini walked over to them, and she put her hand out. One of the robed women pantomimed that she was putting something in the girl's hand. Then the girl sat down next to the man as the women in robes stood up and walked off the stage.

The girl had a body mike on. "Now, Jerome, you know you lost that bet," she said. "If you had won, I promised you a threesome with my hot girlfriend. But you lost, and so you have to make good on what you bet. These are my friends, Bobo and Arnie. They go both ways, if you know what I mean, and they're going to put on a show for me, with you as the star. What have you got to say about that?"

She leaned into him so that her tiny right breast cup was at his mouth. That must have been where the mike was attached. I heard him crying and pleading for a few seconds in his funny flaming voice, and then she moved back so that his voice couldn't be heard anymore."

"I'm sorry, Jerome," she said, "that won't do any good. Why don't you just face the music like a man." At this, she giggled and there was a roar from the audience.

"Take him away, boys," she said, and the two musclemen picked him up and carried him to the bed. He was really into it now, because he began struggling and twisting his body as if he were trying to escape.

I looked over at Ellie, and she was mesmerized. Her mouth was wide open, and he eyes seemed to be glazed over. She was sitting as if at attention and sweating so profusely that her face was glowing and her hair was damp and matted. One of her hands was still on my equipment, but it wasn't moving anymore.

I turned back in time to see them drop Jerome on the bed. He immediately tried to jump up, but one of them climbed on top of him. After that, it was just three gay men doing their thing. Bobo and Arnie pretended to force him to use his mouth on them and swallow their sperm. They pretended to force him to eat their ass out. They savagely took him in all kinds of positions. Even though it was a play, when they were pounding into him, I wondered how gay men could enjoy this kind of sex.

Ellie started playing with me as she watched the action, but I wasn't aroused by what I was seeing. I looked around the audience. Some of the men were watching the stage, but most of them seemed to be looking around like I was. The play lasted about an hour. Ellie didn't take her eyes from the stage. I wondered what she was thinking.

When Bobo and Arnie had let loose inside Jerome's mouth and rear for what seemed like the umpteenth time, the sound of the trumpets was heard again and the tall woman returned.

"Wasn't that a great performance," she said, and the audience jumped to its feet cheering. I was surprised, but then I saw it was only the women in the audience. The men I could see were all sitting on their towels looking uninterested -- like me.

Ellie was one of those standing and yelling and clapping wildly as the woman said, "Let's hear it for Bob, Arnie and, most of all, Jerome." The three men came to the center of the stage and bowed, although Jerome seemed to be so bushed that the other two had to hold him up and push his head down into the bow.

The lights came up, and I watched the other men in the audience stand up and pull their towels around themselves again and head back to the locker room. I stood up and started to do the same, but before I could move away, Ellie turned to me. One of her hands reached down under the towel and tugged at my unexcited organ while her other one pulled my head to hers. She gave me a long, passionate kiss with a lot of tongue. Finally, she released me and said breathlessly, "Hurry up!" before she let me go.

I went to the locker room and dressed quickly. It was already almost empty by the time I was done. I quickly followed the other men down the hall and back to the lobby, where Ellie was waiting with bright eyes and red cheeks. As we drove home, she didn't say anything, but she seemed to be rocking back and forth impatiently in her seat.

At home, she almost sprinted up the stairs even though she was wearing heels. I walked into the bedroom in time to see her panties drop to the floor, next to all her other clothes. She came to me and there was wildness in her eyes.

The next two hours were the most exciting ones in my life up to then. She was all over me. We did every move that I had ever suggested and that she had either agreed to reluctantly or declined completely. Our imaginations were going crazy. She thought of some things that I hadn't thought of, and I thought of other things that I couldn't believe she would actually do. At times I listened to us, and I heard the growls and grunts of animals in the wild. That got me even hotter.

Finally, we both collapsed in exhaustion, and we were asleep within minutes.


Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-1 Ending



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Turning the tables - my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.02

http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02

I don't normally do this. I like to finish incomplete stories that have been abandoned, for years, or stories that have open invitations to be completed. I request permission out of respect for the original authors, and if denied, I don't post a continuation.

edrider73's story drove me a little crazy, when the second 'chapter' had nothing to do with the first. I know it affected many others that way. I will give him credit for at least moving his second chapter out of Loving Wives into an appropriate category. These are not LW, as chapter one was categorized; these are humiliation stories, with elements of non-consent, gay male, and fetish, whose only purpose seems to be to antagonize the reader. If he didn't write so well, it probably wouldn't drive me half as crazy.

In his chapter two, the story is even more disgraceful than chapter one. The husband is forced to suck two other men's cocks, before being publicly raped. He doesn't even give the poor bastard an out. The man hates it, is injured, sore for six weeks, and he doesn't do a damn thing. He stays with his wife, while he finds out that women all over town are watching movies of his rape. The only result for him apparently, is a distaste for balloons.

Personally, I think he should have gone postal immediately. No way he sticks with the woman for one minute after her complete betrayal. The author, however, immediately reconciles. At least he makes the wife somewhat penitent, although she keeps watching the video of his total degradation.

Because of how he left them, I won't go totally BTB on the wife. She'll have to pay, but everyone else is fair game. I mention that now, in case your wondering why the wife is still alive when it's over. Contrary to some comments, I work with what the original author's written. Their intentions, frankly I don't care about, but the written portion I do my best to stay true to. So she gets off a hell of a lot easier than she should. 

This is part 1 of 3 in this conclusion. All are pretty long.

Thanks to edrider73 for his generous permission to provide a resolution to his original story.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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I had almost put the event out of mind, as difficult as that was. I hadn't caught Ellie watching the video since that time, and I thought that it was in our past. The great sex helped. If I never saw another balloon in my life, or another yo-yo, that was fine by me.

Our one year anniversary is when it all went to hell. We'd been married a little less than six months when the whole fiasco started. It had been almost that long after, when I caught her watching that damn video, getting excited over my humiliation, degradation and gay rape. Three weeks later, I was preparing for our anniversary, and was hiding a bag with one of her gifts in the closet.

I was surprised to see another box hidden in the back. There was an anniversary card with it. I know I shouldn't have, but I had to take a peek and see what she had bought for me.

Moments after opening the box, I was shaking with anger. At first, I'll admit I was excited, there was lingerie in the box. It was when I held it up to see what it looked like, that my first concerns started. It was huge. Way too big for my wife. Looking into the box, I saw I had uncovered a strap-on dildo, the size of which was truly frightening. There was an industrial sized jar of lube with it. Some ankle and wrist restraints, a ball-gag, and a bunch of rope. It was the soft, colored kind, not plastic, sisal, or hemp. Decorative, but effective.

The anger I'd been trying to keep buried, instantly surfaced. Is that what she wanted? Tie me up and use that strap-on, on me? Make me wear that lingerie? How the hell could she even think that?

Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps it wasn't what I thought. But if it was, things were going to change, and in a big way. Enough was enough. Good sex or not, I wasn't going to be put through hell again. Not for Ellie, not for anybody.

I took a few minutes to do some preparations, just in case, and then packed everything away like I'd found it, and hid my own gifts somewhere else.

That Friday was our anniversary. Ellie was beautiful when she came down stairs, and I saw a look of excitement I hadn't seen the like of in six months. It worried me, but I put on my best act, as if nothing was wrong. Dinner was awkward, and I tried to play the loving husband, but I was scared. I didn't like what I was thinking, or what I suspected she was planning.

She was loving, affectionate, teasing. Telling me how wonderful the night was going to be, how much she loved me. She knew how to play me, and was doing her best. I barely contained my anger, but she didn't seem to notice.

When we got home, we had a bottle of wine, and exchanged cards and gifts. I was on edge, ready to explode if things turned out the way I expected. I gave her the necklace and matching earrings, along with the card which held a coupon for a spa visit. I was surprised when she gave me an envelope. Inside was a country club membership.

"I know you've wanted to join, but didn't think we could afford it," she said. "I've been saving for the last six months, and have enough for the membership fee. I think we can afford the couple of hundred a month dues, and it'll give us an excuse to go out more often. We haven't gone out in months, and I know why. I'm sorry, I hope you still forgive me."

Surprised? I was stunned. What the hell was with the stuff in the closet? 

She climbed into my lap, kissing me. "I love you, Stu. More than you could ever imagine. Thank you for marrying me."

"I love you too, Ellie," I whispered, holding back the tears. I had been wrong about her. So wrong. I knew I'd have to talk to her about that stuff, but the next day was soon enough. "It's a wonderful gift. I plan to use it a lot, with my beautiful sexy wife."

She stood, took me by the hand, and led me to our bedroom. She undressed me, then sat me on the bed, and did a sexy striptease for me. She had new fancy panties and bra on under her clothes, the hottest she'd ever worn.

"You like?" she teased, shaking her body for me.

"I love it."

Ellie climbed onto the bed, pushed me backward and gave me the hottest, nastiest blowjob she ever had. She took me down her throat for the first time, gagging, her saliva dripping from her teasing mouth. She sucked my balls, and moved lower, tonguing my ass, another first. When she took me back in her mouth, her finger slipped into my butt, teasing me while she did her best. After only a few minutes I bellowed while I ejaculated into her hot mouth, her finger pumping in and out of me.

She sucked me to completion, then opened her mouth and let my cum drip down my cock. She looked up at me, and took me all the way to the root, sucking me clean on the way back. She'd never done anything like that, and she seemed to be getting off on it. She played with my cum a little longer, then turned and straddled my face, while she went down on me again. 

I nibbled on her steaming moist pussy, through the new sexy lingerie. When I'd had enough of that, I pulled it aside and got direct access to her swollen lips and clit. I ate her to two orgasms, while she worked on my cock. 

When I was stiff enough for more, she moved down the bed and straddled me. The woman rode me like a champion cowgirl. She was on fire, no doubt about that. I was the happy beneficiary, and wondered how I had ever doubted her.

The night continued like that, as hot as anything we'd ever done. I was exhausted, and ridiculously happy when we collapsed for the last time. We fell asleep in a tangle of limbs, all thoughts of that evil night once again buried.

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I woke slowly, the memories of the night before still fresh in my brain. With a lazy Saturday ahead of me, I was looking forward to a little more loving. I reached for my darling wife, and stopped, confused. I opened my eyes and I was alone, in the bed. I tried to turn toward her, and felt a tug on my limbs. 

"Stu, baby?" her soft voice captured my attention.

It came from my side and I turned my head that direction. 

"You know I love you, right, baby? Last night was incredible, wasn't it?" Her voice was pleading, already apologetic. That wasn't good.

"What's going on, Ellie?" I asked nervously. I tugged on my arms and determined that they'd been tied down.

"Last night was for you, honey. I gave you everything, didn't I? I did my best for you. I know you loved it," she said.

"Don't do this Ellie," I warned her.

"Please, Stu! Just give me a chance, alright? Last night was for you. This morning's for me. It's your gift to me. It's what I really want. Do this for me, baby, if you love me. I know you'll love it, if you just give it a chance. Remember how much you enjoyed last night? It's not much more than that."

"Ellie, you betrayed me horribly once. I let that slide because of my love for you. You'll never know how close I came to ending it all, leaving you. There were a few nights you were lucky you woke up at all. Don't do this again."

She was determined. "It's for us, baby. It'll make our sex life even better. I know it will. You have to trust me."

I looked her over. She was wearing some new lingerie. My eyes traveled downward, and my fears were fully realized. She was wearing the strap-on.

"This is your last chance, Ellie. I'm not going to let you humiliate and degrade me again. I won't. Keep it up and this is not going to end well."

She reached down and stroked my leg tentatively. "I know you love me, Stu. It's just this one time, I need to do this. Please try to understand. The videos aren't enough anymore. I need something new." I saw her eyes move away and I followed her gaze. There were two video cameras set up. The bitch was completely insane.

The doorbell rang, and I saw her face brighten. "I'll be right back. I love you honey, thank you for this." She dashed out of the room, leaving me alone.

I sighed. The night before had been a farce. She didn't love me. She couldn't, to do this to me again. I yanked hard at my wrist cuff, and felt the material tear, where I'd weakened it when I first discovered them. I'd cut through the back with an x-acto knife, and the small slit on the edge let the suede part like paper.

I untied the rope around my other wrist, and freed my legs. I left the ropes on display and leaned back, looking over the room. I could have gotten up, but I wanted to see how far she really expected to take this. I'd give her one last chance.

I heard laughter in the hall, then Ellie appeared in the doorway, with Velma at her side. Her friend who had started all this was wearing a coat, and she shrugged it off. Underneath she was wearing nothing but some filmy babydoll. I looked her over, and saw that she wasn't even wearing panties, and was shaved smooth.

She smiled at me, and opened the bag she was carrying. She pulled out a strap-on, a match to my wife's, except that it had an even larger, black dildo protruding from it. The damn thing must have been close to a foot long. And the bitch obviously planned on using it on me.

Ellie sat on the bed beside me. "This can be wonderful, Stu. I promise. I've been reading, studying. You can learn to love it. I swear to you, you'll never regret it. Our sex life will be greater than ever."

"Have you forgotten, Ellie? I hated it. I was disgusted, hurt. It sickened me. It was six weeks before the pain went away."

"They made a mistake. Joanne told me she was sorry. It got carried away. She punished Arnie for what he did. It won't be like that this time. We'll be careful, gentle, loving. We won't hurt you, right Velma?"

Velma approached the bed, reaching for my cock, stroking me softly. "You'll love it when we're done, Stu. We're going to give you so much pleasure, we may blow your mind. This is going to be incredible."

"Like Bob, I suppose?" I asked.

"No Stu, Bob isn't 'equipped' like you," Velma said, tugging on my cock. "Besides, he didn't take it well. All he did was cry on stage. He never even got hard. Of course nobody sucked him. They were pretty mean how they treated him." She leaned over and took me in her mouth, sucking strongly, before releasing me with an audible pop. "Let's play Stu. We'll start slow. Don't you think I'm pretty? You're going to get me. I promise it will be good." She sucked me again, and continued working on me.

Ellie kissed me, massaging my shoulders. "See, baby. It'll be great for you. Incredible. I know you've fantasized about being with two women. I'm making your dream come true. Do this for me, alright?"

I'm ashamed to say I was getting hard for Velma. She was talented, there's no doubt about that. "No, Ellie. For the last time. I won't do this."

She gave me a sad smile. "You will baby. I promise you that much. You'll do it. You might not want to at first, but by the time we're done you'll love it. I saw how hard you came with those guys. Over and over I watched it. You loved it. You don't have to hide it from me. I'm not judging you. It doesn't make you any less a man."

"I hated it. I hate that you enjoyed it. I hate that you betrayed me, and had me raped by those bastards. And I especially hate that you're betraying me again. You're destroying whatever love I ever had for you. Does that make you happy? Because I can promise you, when this is over, you're going to pay, and pay dearly."

"Don't say that, baby! I love you. Wasn't last night incredible? Hasn't the sex been great the last few months? Look! Velma's sucking your cock and you're going to get to fuck her while I'm pegging you. Don't fight this. You don't want those videos of you getting out do you? The videos we're going to make today, and that first one. Joanne says you'll find it's not so bad. You'll come to love it. Then we can go back to the shows."

"Joanne is wrong, and she and her little friends are going to pay dearly, trust me. She's turned my own wife against me, and she's not going to get off easy. I'm pissed you're still talking to her."

"Don't be silly, Stu. You could never get to her. She's rich, and she controls some very powerful people with those tapes of hers. Those guys with her are professionals, powerful, experienced body guards. I don't want you to get hurt, honey. Forget about her. This is about us. It's going to be amazing, you'll see."

Velma was still sucking my cock, and it was stiff for her, but in no danger of coming. I was too angry, too disappointed, too hurt. "Is that your final word, Ellie? You're not going to stop?"

"We will, afterward. Just give it a try. Trust me, baby. This is going to be out-of-this-world."

I gave her every chance. I did. I had tried. She just wouldn't give it up. I reached up and grabbed her by the throat, watching her eyes open wide in surprise. I threw her down on the bed, and with my other hand grabbed Velma by the hair and yanked her off my cock. She gasped and cried out in pain, when I threw her off the bed.

"Big mistake, Ellie. I told you I wasn't going to do it. You wouldn't listen, would you?" I climbed off the bed and shoved the dresser a few feet up against the door. "So now we're going to do this my way."

They didn't struggle much, and it was only a few minutes before I had them both trussed like Thanksgiving turkeys, pleading with me to be reasonable. I laughed.

"Reasonable? Like having me raped? Torturing me? That kind of reasonable?"

They were both crying. "I think it's time for a little payback, honey." I told my wife. "Let's see how you like humiliation, pain, getting raped, and degradation."

I was pacing the room in front of them, still naked. "Let's start with you Velma," I sneered. "You've watched my video. How was it supposed to end? What did that bitch Jilly offer me?"

"Her ass," Velma whispered after a few seconds.

"That's right. So how do you like taking it up the ass, Velma sweetie?"

"I don't. I don't do that."

"Aww, that's too bad. Bob never got your ass? After you forced him to give up his?"

"It's not like that, Stu," she said, looking up at me, tears running down her face. "I do a lot with him, we have a great sex life. I reward him well."

I laughed, yanking her hair back, and shoving my dick in her face. "Suck you bitch. You're the one that brought my wife into this mess. Trust me, you're going to pay for that, now suck!"

She did, not half as well as she had earlier, but then again, she couldn't use her hands, they were tied behind her back. It was good enough, and she had me hard before too long. I wasn't a total asshole. I lubed up my cock, before I threw her on her belly, on the edge of the bed. Ellie was pleading with me to stop, and I glared at her, shutting her up. It took a few seconds to get the logistics right, maneuvering her legs, with her ankles tied together, pushing her knees apart, yanking her arms in place.

She struggled a bit, until I slapped her ass hard. "Keep it up, Velma, and I'll wash off the lube and fuck you dry," I told her.

She kept crying and pleading, shrieking as I penetrated her. "This is what you wanted to do to me, right?" I snapped.

"Sorry," she groaned, as I plunged deeper. I fucked her. Fucked her ass hard. Pounded into her, making her whole body shiver. "You like that, don't you, Velma? Maybe not yet, but I know you will. Just like I would eventually, right?" I pulled back, popping out of her, before slamming home. She screamed, and I did it again, then yet again. "Nice, huh?" I sneered.

"You're hurting her," Ellie said.

"Really? I'm not nearly as big as that tool you were going to use on me, or compared to those bastards you let rape me. How could I possible be hurting her?" I forced myself all the way in, holding still, pushing as deeply as possible. She was crying, struggling to pull away. I pulled all the way out, and slammed home, making her gasp and grunt.

After a few more minutes of punishing her ass, I pulled out. She lay there, sobbing. I turned to my wife, lifted her head by the hair and held my cock out for her. "Suck me, you traitorous bitch."

Ellie shook her head, turning her face away, and then cried out when I yanked her head straight back by the hair. "Suck!"

She opened her mouth, and gagged immediately. I laughed, fucking her face. "Do a good job. The lube was wearing off, and you don't want me to hurt your friend, do you?"

A few minutes of pounding her throat had me ready for more. I dragged her across the floor, and put her on her knees at the side of the bed. I pulled Velma in place, then pressed Ellie's face forward, into her friend's crotch. "Lick that ass. Prepare it for me."

I watched as she let me press her face into Velma's ass, pinching her mouth shut. I reached down and grabbed her tits. "I don't have a string around your balls to force you, like they did me." Then I squeezed her tits as hard as I could, grabbed her nipples, and yanked them, making her scream. "Lick that ass!" I growled.

She started. It wasn't very good, so I gave another hard yank. She drove her face forward, and I heard Velma moan. After that I let her do it on her own, while I moved onto the bed, and stuck my cock in Velma's face. "The sloppier the better, for your sake," I told her.

She did what she could, and when I was dripping with her spit, I got up. I picked up Ellie, making her gasp, then threw her on the bed. Seconds later, I was pounding Velma's tight ass again.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-1 Ending



After I finished in Velma's ass, I put them in 69 with each other, whacking them with a belt anytime I didn't think they were putting enough effort into it. I would move from one end to the other, making them take turns sucking me, until I was hard again. Then I positioned Ellie on top of Velma, in 69, and took her ass. Hers wasn't cherry, but it wasn't much used either. Three times in our marriage, once after each time we'd gone to one of those shows, but never since they put me on stage. I hadn't asked, and she hadn't offered. I think she didn't want to remind me of that night. Too late now. I remembered it all, and I wasn't happy. I didn't allow her any lube, except Velma's spit. It was more difficult that way, but we managed.

With Velma positioned as she was, I could pull out whenever the going got difficult, and stick it back in the meddlesome bitch's evil mouth. That did the job well enough. With one load out of the way, it took a while to finish, and Ellie was crying as hard as Velma before I was through. I didn't finish inside her, I pulled out and unloaded on Velma's face. Then I stood over Ellie, lifted her by the waist and turned her around. "Clean her."

She hesitated for a moment, and I slapped her ass hard enough to hurt my hand. She cried out and started licking.

I was nowhere near done with them. I had 6 months of pent up anger that needed release. Anger and hurt that I'd kept buried for far too long. I kept them there for a couple of hours. I freed Velma's legs, made her wear the smaller strap-on, and had her fuck my wife's ass. I did give her some lube, the thing was too damn big to get in Ellie without it. I put her on a clock, sitting back and watching.

Once I figured she'd had enough, I had them switch places, and Ellie fucked Velma. I was surprised how aggressive she was, and think she was pissed off at her friend. She had every reason to be.

I was trying to come up with new ideas, when inspiration hit. I grabbed the phone and called Velma's house. Bob answered.

"Did you know what your wife had planned?" I asked him.

"No," he said hesitantly.

"Did you like what happened to you at the theater?"

"I'm not allowed to say," he answered.

"Fuck that. Did you like it?"

He was quiet. "She'll get mad. I can't."

I hit the mute button, and walked over to the pair going at it. "Stop." 

Ellie stopped, the dildo buried in her friend. I sat beside Velma's head, wiped her tears away and pulled her hair back. "Tell him he can say whatever he wants," I told her.

She shook her head.

"Tell him, or I'm going to use the bigger strap-on, after I cover it with ben-gay and hot sauce. If you don't tell him then, I'll take a strap to you and flay you alive. You don't want that, do you?"

She looked at me in fear, and slowly shook her head.

"Good, then tell him he's free to say whatever he wants. Nothing else, or I swear you'll regret it."

She nodded, and I took the phone off mute, and held it to her face. "You're free to say whatever you want," she said. 

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I shoved her face into the mattress, and held the phone against my chest. "Fuck her," I told my wife.

Ellie started pounding that dildo home, and I walked back to my chair, enjoying the view.

"Did you like it?" I said into the phone.

"I hated it."

"Why didn't you leave her?" I asked.

"She blackmailed me with the video, and gave me the best sex of our life. She agreed we'd never have to go back, so I went along."

"Would you like some payback?"

"How?"

"Don't worry, just get your ass over here, as fast as you can."

"I've got the kids."

"Get a babysitter. And hurry."

They only lived a few miles away, but it took him almost an hour. That was Ok, I wasn't in any real hurry. I didn't let Ellie fuck Velma much longer. I took my time arranging them on the bed. I redid their restraints, and tied them down spread-eagle, side-by-side, on their bellies. I positioned their heads at opposite ends, their inside arms over the other's inside leg. They formed a big double-X.

Once I had them arranged, I cleaned them up a little and neatened the room. They looked pretty good like that, so I placed a few pillows underneath each of their hips, and fucked them both. I left their asses alone, pounding their pussies.

Velma pleaded with me to leave her husband out of it, but I reminded her she hadn't left my wife out of it, had she?

I used their mouths when I felt the urge, before returning to their pussies. I really didn't want them to enjoy it, but I didn't punish them either. I just used them for my pleasure, and to be honest, their loose, dry asses weren't as fun anymore.

Ellie started working on me. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I really thought you liked it."

"Bullshit, Ellie. You just like to see me humiliated."

"No, honey, I love you."

I was humping Velma, and felt Ellie kiss my leg. "Forgive me," she pleaded.

I laughed at her, moved over and started fucking her. "That's gonna take a long while. You've got a lot to atone for."

"I...I didn't know it would hurt that bad," she groaned.

"You didn't know? It took six weeks for the pain to go away, remember?"

She was thrusting back against me. "I thought you were acting a little. Making me feel guilty."

"Want me to get the bigger strap-on?"

"No!" she cried. "Please, don't. Please. I know now, I'm sorry, so sorry."

I was lying on top of her, slowly stroking into her pussy. "Want me to switch to your ass? It's only a tiny little seven inch cock," I reminded her.

She shook her head. "Please don't. I'm so sore already. Just like this, Ok?"

"You don't like having your ass raped?" I asked.

"I hated it."

"You think I liked it?"

Once again she shook her head. "I didn't know. Never again, I swear. I screwed up."

I kissed her neck, and nibbled on her ear. "You did. I forgave you once. It was difficult, but I did. Then you had to go and betray me again. I told you not to. Over and over again, didn't I?"

She nodded, her voice a soft whisper. "Sorry."

"You're going to have to make it up to me, and it's not going to be easy. You're not going to like it."

"How?"

"After, we'll talk." I kissed her cheek, moved over and mounted her friend. The constant breaks were helping, and I felt like I could go on forever. After a few seconds, I was plowing Velma's pussy easily, while Ellie rubbed her head against my leg, kissing it.

"I'm really pissed at you, Velma. You knew what they were going to do to me, and you dragged my wife into it."

She groaned when I drove into her hard, then went back to a steady stroke. "No, Stu. I thought it would be good. Maybe you'd only watch. It's been great for Bob and I. Our sex life is the best it's ever been."

"For you maybe. He hated it."

She moaned softly as I long stroked her. "One time. One time he was used, and he's gotten a year of incredible sex for it. Is that so bad?"

"Did you ask him? Ask him if it was worth it?"

She shook her head no.

"He hated it. You betrayed your husband and had him raped for your pleasure. That's sick."

"It was just one time," she moaned, pressing her hips back against me. "I made it up to him. I love him. He forgave me."

"You dragged my wife into it," I growled, pounding her hard. I was surprised when she gasped and came on my cock. I slammed it deep, and rode her through it, until she sagged into the bed, crying.

"S...s...sorry," she whimpered, as I started slowly screwing her again. "I just wanted to share. Someone to talk to about it. She wanted to spice up your sex life."

I pulled my cock out, positioned it at her ass and drove it home, making her cry out. "They raped me, because of you!"

I only hammered her ass for a few seconds, because that's when the doorbell rang. I pulled out of her, smacked her trembling butt-cheek, and put on a robe. Then I went to let Bob in.

He looked nervous. "What's the hurry? What's going on?"

I invited him in, and walked him into the kitchen. I hadn't eaten, and was both hungry and thirsty. "Have a seat a moment," I told him.

I opened the refrigerator and drank down about half the orange juice. I grabbed sandwich fixings and made a huge one while I spoke. "Your idiot wife came over this morning. She and Ellie wanted to take turns raping my ass for my anniversary. Quite the present, huh?"

He looked at me in surprise. "They told you that? How? What did they promise in exchange?"

I put away the fixings, and sat opposite him, with the carton of OJ and my sandwich. "I woke up tied to the bed. They bought these huge strap-ons they were going to use on me. They told me I didn't have a choice, and that I'd love it."

"Are they done with you?"

I glared at him, taking a bite of my sandwich. I swallowed before answering. "You think I let them?"

He turned red. "You said you were tied down. They have those videos. There were two of them."

"Fuck that. I didn't let them. I told them not to do it, and when they went ahead and tried anyway, I turned the tables."

I took another bite, waiting for his response.

He was quiet. "Both of them?"

I nodded. 

He slowly shook his head. "She's going to be pissed."

"Fuck them! Did you like getting raped? The humiliation they put you through? Strangers laughing at you on the street, the pain of being violated, did you enjoy that? Do you like your wife watching videos of you, me and who knows who else?"

He shook his head. "No, but what can we do about it?"

"Stop them. Punish them. All of them. Every damn one involved. Every bitch wife who would do that to her husband. Those assholes who raped us. The women in charge, the one's filming, that cunt Lilly. All of them."

"How?"

I grinned, and took another bite, making him wait. I washed it down with more OJ. "I've already begun. I haven't figured it all out, but I think we start with that website. Find every video, and identify every man on it. See who else is unhappy about it and recruit them. Punish their wives, humiliate them like we were. Then we'll see about going after those who started it."

He shook his head. "Someone will talk. If you want to go after the ones in charge you need to do that quickly."

He had a point. It was nice to have a partner to bounce ideas off of.

"Are you in?" I asked.

He was quiet again, thinking. "What if she doesn't go along? What if she shows that video?"

"Fuck her. Who cares what she wants. And you'll have a video of your own."

"What kind of video?"

"Them fucking each other with strap-ons. Abusing each other's asses. Eating each other out."

"Really?"

I nodded, standing. I grabbed a couple of waters. I figured our wives might be a little thirsty by then. And they weren't near done yet.

We walked into the room, and the girls looked up nervously. Velma snapped at Bob. "Don't come in here! Go away now!"

I laughed, walked over and slapped her ass hard, making her squeal. "Shut the hell up, Velma."

"Stop him, Bob! He raped me!"

He was hesitant, then started to undress. "I hate what you did to me," he told her.

She watched him stunned, When she spoke it was with a lot less attitude. "It was just once, baby. I made it up to you, didn't I? You forgave me."

"You blackmailed me. You made those guys rape me. You told me it was only a show, all fake, just actors, and then you gave me to them!"

I saw he was already hard. He stood there looking at the bed.

"All yours buddy. Your choice. Whatever you want. Their assholes are pretty loose, but not bad," I told him, giving his wife's butt another swat.

"Don't do this Bob," Velma pleaded.

"Balloon," he said. 

Her eyes grew wide. "Please, baby. Not like this. I'll make it up to you. I swear."

He stroked his cock, lifted her head by the hair, and stuck his cock against her lips. "Balloon."

Ellie was watching me, unable to see the other end of the bed. "Baby?" she whispered.

I sat beside her, while we listened to Velma gagging. "I need the password to that website, honey."

She shook her head. "I can't. We're not allowed to. Joanna made us sign a paper."

"Fuck the paper. She can't do anything. Her whole setup is illegal as hell."

"She'll know. We have to have the webcam on while we watch. They can see us."

Tricky bitch. "How many videos are there?"

"Hundreds. We can only watch ten a day."

I sighed. "Then we have our work cut out for us. We're going to download every single video."

"They don't download. We can't click on the screen. It shuts off, and we're locked out for a day."

I heard Velma gasping on the other side of the bed, pleading with the man she'd betrayed so easily. "Ellie too?" Bob asked.

"Yeah, in a second," I told him. Ellie looked at me nervously. "Please. I'm sorry. I really am. Don't let him use me. I'm your wife, baby."

"You were going to let Velma use me, weren't you?"

She lowered her eyes and nodded slowly.

"Payback's hell. Understand me Ellie. Everyone's going down. You and Velma are going to help me, help us," I looked up at Bob. "Right Bob?"

He was climbing on top of his wife, applying lube to his cock. I guess he's a nicer guy than I am. "That's right. Enough of this crap."

He pushed his way into his wife's ass, making her grunt loudly. "You wouldn't let me have your ass, Velma? You let those strangers rape mine, but you never let me have yours?"

She was crying again. "I'm sorry."

I looked back at my wife. "If you don't help me, I'll do my damnedest to destroy you. If you go along, do everything you can to help, don't fight me for one second, then maybe we have a chance."

"Promise me," she said. "Promise me that if I go along and help you, that you'll forgive me. You won't throw me away over a stupid mistake. Promise me, Stu."

"It was more than a stupid mistake. You know that."

She nodded. "It was horrible, I know that now. But you have to promise me, when you've had your revenge, you'll forgive me, and give us another chance. Promise me."

I brushed her hair back, stroking her cheek. "Only if you both go along. If you both help, then I promise." To be fair, I did cross my fingers behind my back.

I looked over and Bob was sitting on the side of the bed, breathing hard. He was already finished. I saw that his wife's ass was covered in his cum. "What do you say, Velma? You gonna help, or do you start looking for another husband?"

She looked back at Bob. "You wouldn't leave me, would you baby? Nobody would ever treat you as good as me. You wouldn't leave your kids."

He glared at her. "Nobody else would have me raped, I bet. As for the kids, I think if I have to go to court and show what you had done to me, I'd probably get them. You'd be the one to lose them, if you didn't go to jail."

She argued for a while, and I was proud that Bob stood firm. I did interject once. "Listen Velma. If you don't go along, I'm going to expose both of you anyway. I'll name you in my own lawsuit as an accessory. I will do my very best to ruin your life in every way possible. Go along, or I swear you'll suffer."

I don't know if it helped, but eventually they agreed. With that promise in place, I asked everyone what they wanted on their pizza, and left the women with Bob. "Whatever you want Bob. Hell, piss on 'em if you want. Use a belt. You've got," I checked my watch, "one hour and thirty-five minutes."

I left them at his mercy, and cleaned up. Ellie begged me again, but all I could remember was the way she looked when she stood and yelled 'Balloon!', serving me up to those bastards.

At noon, I walked in on the three of them. He had removed their bindings, which surprised me. I guess the women talked him into it. I knew I'd have to be careful with him. He was lying on the bed, my wife perched on his face, while Velma rode his cock.

"Not what I expected to see," I noted.

Velma turned to me, and surprisingly smiled. "He extracted his revenge." She lifted up to show me the belt marks on her ass. 

"Finish, clean up and get dressed. You've got twenty minutes. I'm getting the food. We'll talk when I return."

The women were amazingly docile during lunch, drinking beers, eating pizza, and talking. They both put bed pillows on their chairs, and downed a few Advil. We didn't talk about the morning, we talked about moving ahead.

"It's pretty simple," I explained. "I want every video. I want to identify as many people as possible. Names, addresses, phone numbers, but we don't contact them yet. Any men that are no longer with their wives we contact and bring them aboard. Once that's done, we find out which ones are no longer attending the meetings. That means finding where the meetings are, and watching the entrances and exits. We can do that while we're still researching who's involved."

"If they catch us, they're going to make our lives hell," Velma said.

I smiled. At least she said us. "I guess that's part of the price you pay for betraying your husband, and letting him be tortured and raped. Mine and Bob's lives are already hell, thanks to you two."

She looked over at her husband blushing. Bob reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. She looked back at me. "No more raping our asses, Ok? That really hurt."

"No kidding," I said.

She turned a darker red and looked down at her plate. "Please, Stu? We both promise to help."

"No more strap-ons. And your asses are off-limits for one week, to let them heal, alright?" I glanced over at Ellie. She nodded.

Velma didn't cave as quickly. "Two weeks, and lots of lube in the future? You're pretty big."

I chuckled. "Are you gonna fight me on everything, Velma?"

She shook her head, quickly. "No, I swear. But my ass is burning like it's on fire. Even with the Advil. Please, Stu?"

"It's gonna cost you."

She bit her lip nervously. "Worse than this morning?"

I stood and dropped my pants, then turned my chair sideways. "Let's see what you can do when you really try. Convince me you're truly sorry, and you get your two weeks, all the lube you want, no toys, and you'll even get a nice dinner out of it."

She didn't hesitate, getting up, and bringing her pillow with her. She put it in front of me, knelt on it, and showed me that when she wanted to, she could provide a remarkably nice blowjob.

Ellie watched and I thought she looked sad. "You have a problem, Angel?"

"Is this how it's going to be? Do we have an open marriage now? Are you going to let other men use me, and fuck anyone you want?" she asked.

I looked down at my repentant cocksucker and pulled her hair back, so I could see her pretty face. "Ease up," I whispered to her. She gave me a grin and slowed down.

"No. No open marriage. You did something horrible, Ellie. You understand that, don't you? You both did. You did nothing to Bob, but his little bitch got you involved, and she was going to ass-rape me this morning, remember? She owes me, nearly as much as you do."

"How long? How long are you going to punish us?" Ellie asked.

"Six months I had to live with what you did to me. Six weeks it took to heal from your betrayal. How long do you think it should last?"

She seemed to seriously think about it. "I don't now if I can take it for six months," she said softly.

"Make me an offer," I replied.

She looked down at where her friend was sucking me. "Can she and I talk about it?"

I sighed. "Fine. When she's done."

Ellie got up, and came to stand next to me. She leaned down and gave me a kiss. "I'm sorry. Please don't destroy us to get your revenge."

"I don't intend to, but you don't get to walk away scot-free. Not after I woke up tied to the bed. That's wasn't a very nice anniversary present, was it dear?"

She shook her head. Then she kissed me again, deeply and I moaned when Velma got more aggressive with her sucking. "You love me, right? This is just payback. You don't want her over me, do you?" she asked.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-1 Ending



"You know you're the only one for me. How else did I stick with you after the first total betrayal? I love you, Ellie, but you've done a terrible thing. A couple of them."

She brushed my hair back, then watched Velma. "Can I help her?"

I grinned. "Yeah. I think I'd like that."

Between the two of them, it only took a few more minutes for them to finish me. I noticed that Ellie insisted on being the one whose mouth I spurted into.

Velma looked up at me. "Two weeks, lube, and no strapons, right?"

"You got it."

"Do we still get the nice dinner, too?" Velma said, grinning. She leaned down and kissed my thigh, keeping her eye on me.

"Dinner, too," I said.

Ellie swallowed, and gave me a last suck. "She and I can discuss it now?"

"That's the agreement."

The women walked away, and Bob moved over to the chair next to mine, while I grabbed the last piece of pizza. "Does that mean this was my only chance with your wife? And you're gonna still be doing mine?"

I nodded. "Did Ellie ever do anything to you?"

"No, but—"

"You understand, all my problems are Velma's fault? She's the one that got Ellie involved."

"I know, but—"

"She was wearing a 12 inch dildo this morning, ready to ass-rape me behind your back," I reminded him.

"That was wrong, I know, but—"

"And you know that you're going to be fucking the shit out of Jilly, Joanne, and the ex-wives of every guy with the brains to dump his slut before we're through, right?"

He looked at me in surprise. "You think so? Jilly?"

"And Joanne, plus every bitch filming us. Probably those beasts that ran us onto the stage."

"All of them?"

"Don't you think we deserve it, after what they put us through?"

He nodded. "But Velma..." he whined.

Damn, he was wimpy. I was hoping he was over that, after the morning we'd had. "It won't be forever. Let's see what they come up with, Ok?"

"You're sure about Jilly?"

I almost laughed. Obviously he had a thing for her. She wasn't bad looking, that's for sure.

"I'm not sure about anything. This could all blow up in our faces. But the plan is to get back at them. That means using and humiliating them, doing it publicly, and getting a video of it. That's at the least."

"What about the guys? You don't want us to do them too, do you?"

"Hell no! It doesn't mean we can't have the women using those strap-on's on them, or do something else, before we make sure they are never able to rape another man again."

He nodded. He got quiet, playing with the crust on the plate in front of him. Ellie always left half her crusts behind. He picked it up and nibbled on it. "You're not going to take her from me, are you? We have a family."

"Of course not. I don't love her. I don't even like her that much, after what she did. You heard what I said to Ellie. This is part of her punishment for what she did to me, to us. Don't you think that's fair? Hell, I gave you Ellie, and she never did anything to you."

He kept working on the crust. "What if she likes you better?" he mumbled.

"I'm not going to make love to her. That's your job. I'm going to use her, and humiliate her. When I'm done, she's all yours."

"You're going to fuck her ass again, aren't you?"

"A lot. I'll probably be pretty rough." I pushed away my plate, and finished the beer. "Look Bob, you're free of her controlling you, telling you what you can and can't say. You get her ass now, as much as you want. You're going to get Jilly, and all those other women. You're coming out of this pretty damn sweet. If it wasn't for me, how would you have spent your morning?"

"Watching the kids."

"Exactly. Tonight, make her blow you. Hell, make her blow you every night for the next two weeks, until you bang her ass again."

"What if she doesn't want to?"

"Then call me, and I'll talk to her. Until this is resolved, it's not her choice anymore. It's payback time."

"You're sure—"

I was getting ready to reassure him one more time, when the women returned. They stood in front of me shoulder to shoulder, holding hands.

Velma spoke, and I could see she was going to be the leader in this.

"Only until we finish getting even with Joanne and her crowd. It stops then."

I acted as if I was thinking about it. I thought for sure they were going to come back with six weeks. I had no idea how long it would take us to finish our revenge, but I didn't think it was going to take six weeks. "And one month afterward."

"Deal," Velma said quickly, and I knew I could have asked for more.

She looked over at Ellie, and my wife spoke up. "Nothing public, not for us. You have to be discreet with her."

"I shouldn't. Have you already forgotten how many of those evil bitches have seen that video of me?"

She shook her head slowly. "Please?" she whispered.

I nodded. "As long as you help us to the best of your abilities. It's not my intention to make this so bad it destroys either of our marriages. Some of the other poor bastards might witness some stuff, but nothing public for you two, alright?"

Ellie nodded.

Velma wasn't done. "Bob has to agree. If he won't go along with the swapping, I won't do it."

"There's no swapping," I said. "I get you. Bob is done with Ellie. She didn't do anything to him. You were the cause of the trouble, and participated with her this morning."

I think that surprised both of them. "Give us a second," Velma said after a bit. She didn't wait for me to agree. They walked away, whispering, but were back in less than a minute.

"Bob agrees?" Velma asked.

I turned to him. He nodded.

"You're going to let him use me?" Velma asked, her voice rising in disbelief.

"You shouldn't have done that to him, honey. This morning you were going to cheat on me with him."

She blushed at the last statement. "I ... I didn't think of it like that."

"Were you going to suck him? Fuck him? That's not cheating?" Bob snapped angrily.

I glared at her, waiting to see if she was going to lie. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"Have you cheated on me before? Was this the first time?" he asked, his voice surprisingly hard.

"No, baby, I swear! Never. I wasn't thinking straight. I guess I watched that video of him too much. You encouraged me, remember?" Velma said.

"I didn't encourage you to screw him!" Bob shouted.

Velma cringed before his words. "Never before, and never again, I swear. It was a big mistake, but I think you made me pay for it, didn't you? You sure got your use out of Ellie this morning."

I sighed. "Enough. Do we have a deal?"

Bob glared at his wife. She wilted and nodded. 

"A couple of more things, please, baby?" Ellie said.

"What?" I asked, a little peeved the discussion was still going on.

"You can't be too mean to us."

"Mean? Like having me raped? What's mean?" I asked.

"You can't hurt us. Nothing permanent, like tattoos or anything. You can't embarrass us."

"You might find it embarrassing, but it won't leave this group, alright?"

"And no hurting?"

"Nothing bad. I might be a little rough, but no injuries, nothing you won't be over the next day. I'm still very angry with you both."

"No more than twice a week with her," Ellie said cautiously.

"No. Whenever I want." I watched her, and saw she wasn't going to fight it. "However, I will remind you, you'll have every chance to keep me so worn out, I won't have the energy to do it."

Ellie smiled for the first time. "Alright. We have a deal."

I looked at Velma for her confirmation. 

"It's a deal," she said.

We all turned to Bob. 

"All the other stuff?" he asked me. I saw the women look at each other with some surprise.

"Yep," I told him.

"Ok, it's a deal."

"Good. Now that it's settled, heads or tails, Bob."

"Heads or tails?"

"I figure we'll spit roast your wife to seal the deal. You want the head or the tail?"

"Hey!" Ellie spoke up loudly.

I sighed dramatically. "Fine, we'll put you under her, but this is the last time. This isn't supposed to be a reward."

I almost laughed when my wife turned pale. "That's not what I meant. You said I'd get a chance to wear you out."

"You did, last night and this morning. You want us to spit roast you instead?" I asked.

She quickly shook her head. 

"Then no more argument. You can join us for the first one. Then we've got to get you started downloading videos; I'd like to finish the first 10 before dinner."

Once we had them in 69, with Velma on top, we told them to warm each other up. They didn't put up much of a fuss. Bob chose tails, so once we were in position, we had each other's wife use her mouth to get us hard. Then we used Velma, quite thoroughly.

The situation was more tempting then I had planned for, and I switched from Velma's talented mouth to Ellie's pussy and back several times. Bob was doing the same at his end getting one last shot at Ellie. I made the girls change places after a while, putting Velma on the bottom. My wife got her turn as the main attraction. I guess I lied about the reward thing. Both women got off a few times, and when Bob and I took a breather, they kept going. Just for kicks, I tied them together, and we used them like that. Ellie asked me not to, but I reminded her it was she who'd bought the rope. Once they were back in the ropes, we could roll them over, put them on their sides, and even use them from the same end, one's mouth and the other's pussy. 

I thought my cock was going to fall off before we were done with them. It was a miracle they were able to get me up time after time. I might peter out mid-fuck, but they kept bringing me back to life, never giving up. As it was we didn't do any downloading before dinner. Bob even had to go home to switch out babysitters and get his wife something to wear. I was left with the difficult task of taking care of both wives by myself. They were too much trouble to move around tied up, so I freed them, letting them have their way with me.

It almost got ugly when I caught Ellie putting on the strap-on. Before I could go ballistic, she was in tears, pleading, assuring me it was for Velma, mouth and pussy only. We wore that girl out.

Velma and Bob headed back to their home after dinner. It was well after midnight before we had the software installed to capture the videos, and Ellie had downloaded the daily limit. I fell asleep with my wife still apologizing, suckling my soft member gently, knowing full well it was down for good. 

I reckoned it would be a week before my poor cock would recover. I didn't reckon on those women.

~ * ~ * ~

Sunday morning, Ellie was exhausted, and I let her sleep in. I called over to check on Bob and see how the downloading had gone. They didn't know how to capture the videos, and I remembered the issues I'd had the night before, getting it worked out. I checked in on Ellie, but she was dead to the world. So I left a note telling her what I was up to, and headed out.

My brain was running havoc, turning over the issues repeatedly, trying to figure the best solution, both in terms of things working in our favor, and staying legal and out of trouble. The two items seemed to be mutually exclusive.

At Bob and Velma's house, they invited me in. They were in the middle of a big Sunday breakfast. Bob seemed to be in a great mood, but Velma was dragging, she looked almost as rough as Ellie. Not that she didn't deserve it. That and a whole lot more.

She had a hard time looking me in the eye. What we had done the previous day had been pretty unconventional. Especially for a MILFish mother of two. Then again, the stunt she pulled with Bob, and then my family was anything but run-of-the-mill.

I had a couple of pancakes, and Bob said he'd watch the kids while I got the download stuff worked out. Velma and I went downstairs to their rec-room, which is where the computer was setup. I wondered how she got any privacy down there at all.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

She drooped into the chair in front of the computer, grimacing as she sat. "I'm in agony. Happy?"

"It's a start. I was in pain for six weeks. Couldn't even get out of bed for 15 hours, and I was shitting razor blades for a week. Thanks, I appreciated that."

She blushed. "Alright. Sometimes I forget. You know, I didn't make her volunteer you. All I did was tell her about the place."

"With lies and half-truths, hiding what it was from me. Is this what you want to do Velma? Rehash all this crap? I wasn't in a bad mood when I came over here, but your shitty attitude isn't cutting it."

She wiggled uncomfortably, and I saw her eyes misting up. "I'm sorry, but I don't get to lie in bed for 15 hours. I have two kids and a semi-useless husband. My bottom really hurts a lot. And I'm scared, Ok?"

"I'm not going to feel sorry for you. Yesterday you tried to rape me with a fucking foot long strap-on. I didn't even use the big one on you. Can you imagine how that one would have felt?"

She started crying softly. She was wasting my time, and the tears weren't going to work. She was the initial source of all my problems. I stood beside her, and put my arm around her shoulders, trying to settle her down. She turned her face and pressed it against my hip. Her arms moved upward and around my waist, holding on to me.

I caressed her hair softly. "Shh, you don't want to upset the kids."

She shook her head, sniffling. "They won't hear." She lifted her head a bit, and rubbed her tears against my sweat pants. "The room's totally insulated. They're not allowed downstairs when Mom or Dad are down here working."

Sounded good to me. I pushed my sweats down. Her face was now inches from my naked cock. It was a little sore, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Her actions already had the guy getting chubby.

"Now?" she whined.

"Might as well."

I didn't get any teasing or playfulness. She took me in her mouth and started sucking. Once she had me nice and hard, I stopped her. "That was nice, sweetie. Let's get the software set up and the downloads started."

She gave my cock a short suck and a teasing kiss. I guess she was getting into it a little. 

I had her move over and I set up the streaming capture. It took about ten minutes and she left me alone for a few minutes before returning with sodas for us. I accepted it. I tested the capture on a porn site, and it worked perfectly.

"Alright. Time to start the downloads. Do you have to sit through them? Is that how the webcam stuff works?"

She nodded. "It has some facial recognition. I can't be out of frame more than 20% of the time."

"Crap," I mumbled. "I imagine delivering a blowjob might interfere with that."

"It's not that bad. That light in the corner recognizes me. Once it goes green, as long as I'm sitting here, and it doesn't see me leave, it keeps going. Sometimes I get a little worked up while watching. I might end up looking at the ceiling, or down at my fingers or vibrator. It doesn't shut off."

"Good. Let's test it." I got out of the seat and watched her start up the session. "Start with the oldest and work forward. How long are they?"

"Anywhere from maybe eight to ten minutes up to forty. I think the longest so far is forty-two minutes. They don't capture everything. They're mostly highlights, but some have more and different angles. Some slow motion shots as well." She was clicking and scanning as she spoke, and I saw a video start up. A guy was bent over a stool, and they were sticking something up his ass.

"A lot of the oldest ones aren't very good. We could do newer ones," she suggested. 

"No, Ellie is working from the newest backward, and you'll go from the oldest forward. That way you won't overlap." I pushed my sweats back down, and she took me in her mouth. She was glancing at the screen regularly. I don't know if she was watching the video, or the light in the corner, which stayed green.

She was still sucking when the video ended. She pulled away, and selected the next one. Before it started I heard the door above. "Honey?" Bob called out. "I'm taking the kids to the soccer game. We'll be back in a couple of hours."

She looked up at me, and I saw a little nervousness. I rubbed her shoulders. "That's fine. Things are going good here, " she answered.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Positive. Don't let them get away with anything," she called out.

"I won't. Love you," he seemed anxious. I wondered why. It's not like I hadn't done just about everything I could to his wife already.

"Love you too, drive carefully." She turned her attention back to the screen and started the video.

I moved behind her. "Up."

She stood up, leaning over, keeping her face in front of the webcam. I pushed the chair out of the way, and pulled her shorts and panties down. I spread her cheeks.

"Please don't, Stu. You promised me two weeks. It stings really bad."

"I'm just checking it out. You do look pretty red. Are you doing anything for it?"

"Like what?"

"I used lidocaine ointment."

"We don't have any, I don't think."

"I'll send Ellie over with some later. We'll make sure you're taken care of."

She rested her arms on the desk, looking up into the video. "It doesn't look as fun anymore, now that I know what it feels like," she confessed.

I opened her legs a little wider, checking the rest of her out. "Pretty red here, too. Swollen. It doesn't hurt?"

"Normal soreness. Like after a really good session." She giggled. "Once you got done raping my poor ass, it was a pretty hot time, wasn't it?"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you have rated it?"

She chuckled, wiggling her butt for me. "A nine, easy. If I hadn't been so sore, it would have been an eleven. Hottest time ever."

I licked her slit, making her shiver. "So tell me, Velma. Wouldn't it have been better to do something like that all along, rather than the betrayal and humiliation shit?" I gave her a long slow lick, and she moaned for me.

"Yeah, but I didn't know. We never did anything like that. I don't know how we ever would have started."

I stood behind her, slapping her cute ass with my cock. "No more tricks and games, Velma. Talk to Bob. Talk to me and Ellie. Don't hide shit, alright?"

She nodded, and stood on tip-toe, lifting her ass up for me. "No more games," she said.

I slipped my cock into her, and gave her a nice slow, steady fuck. She came for me during the third video, and we were well into the fourth, when I grabbed her hips and finished with a nice solid pounding, filling her up.

She was breathing hard, head resting on the desk. The viewing monitor didn't seem to mind, and it was still green. "Get me a towel from in the corner, please, honey? I don't want to mess up the chair."

I found her towel and put it on the chair. "This isn't all about rewarding you Velma. I'm going to punish you now."

She whimpered. "Not back there, right? You promised."

"No, I'll leave your butt- hole alone." I smacked her ass and she jumped. She still had a few marks and bruises there. I think they were from Bob's using the belt on her. I didn't remember hitting her that hard or leaving any marks.

"Count," I told her. I gave her another smack.

"One," she grunted.

"One, sir."

"One, sir," she repeated.

I wasn't too harsh with her. She counted off twenty, and was nice and pink. "That's enough for now. You know you've got a sweet little pussy."

She wiggled her bottom. "It's still here, if you want to try it again."

I kissed her pink cheeks, and moved the chair underneath her. "Not right now. I've got to go home and check on the wife."

She sat down, and started another video. "This is going to be a regular thing, isn't it. Taking me however you want. Whenever you want."

"Yeah. I work from home a couple of days a week. I'll be using you then for sure, when the kids are in school."

"Like today?" she asked.

"Maybe a little more, but I won't be too hard on you." I stood behind her and kissed her neck. She leaned her head away, offering it up to me. 




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-1 Ending



"No marks, please. The kids ask questions."

I gave her a teasing nip. "Damn, girl, you make a lot of demands."

She turned her head and pulled me in for a kiss. "I said please. I won't stop you, I was just asking."

"You know I'm going to be using that naughty mouth of yours a lot."

She grinned. "I am being punished. It's all yours baby."

"That pussy too. You sure as hell don't feel like you've had two kids."

She giggled. "It's had six years to recover from the youngest. Bob's a sweetheart, but you saw how he is. Not all that big. He doesn't stretch me out like you."

"Don't be that way, Velma. I'm not that much bigger."

"Maybe not long, but damn! you're nice and thick."

I switched over to the other side of her neck, reached around and played with her tits a little. "That was fun. I'm going to go. I'll send Ellie around later, alright?"

"Ok." She turned and snagged another kiss. "Thanks, Stu. I know you could have been a lot harsher with me. With both of us. We probably deserved it. I'm gonna make it up to you, if you'll let me."

"You've made a nice start." I leaned in and whispered in her ear. "We won't talk about the revenge in front of the camera."

She nodded. "You're right."

"I know. I'll let myself out."

~ * ~ * ~

Ellie, the lazy thing, was still in bed. I got undressed and climbed in with her. She wasn't fully asleep. She cuddled up to me. "You left me."

"I left you a note. If you'd rolled out of bed before noon, you could have read it."

She snuggled in tighter. "Somebody wore me out. You were really naughty, you know."

"No, you were the naughty one. I hope I don't have to remind you."

She hushed me, kissing my chest. "Don't. I feel like such an idiot now. Obviously I don't need those stupid videos, last night was incredible."

"What did you like best?" I teased, pulling her up onto me, and rubbing her bare back.

She blushed. "I can't say that. It's way too embarrassing."

"You can tell me now, or tell me in front of them," I told her, giving her butt a little swat.

"Stu, please..."

"Go head, Ellie. It's not going to shock me, I saw how you were. You were on fire."

She giggled. "My ass is on fire. You're gonna take care of that, right? I tried to help you."

"Please don't bring that up."

She buried her head in my chest. "Sorry. I won't."

"What was your favorite?"

She kissed my chest, squirming deliciously. "What do you think it was?"

"Velma, not Bob, right?"

She nodded slightly. "The three of us."

"Really? You ever thought of doing it with a woman before?" I asked.

"A little. Some tiny fantasies, but nothing like last night. When you tied us together, her smooth pussy in front of me, her hot breath on mine, I thought I was going to go crazy. Then to use us like that, God, that was intense."

"You're such a dirty girl," I teased.

She giggled, hugging me. "Your dirty girl, baby." She gave me a few more kisses. "Where were you?"

"Setting up Velma's computer, and getting her started on the downloads."

She stiffened a little. "Did you...you know, with her?"

"Yeah. A little suck, a little fuck. Nothing crazy, and I only got off once."

"Got anything left for your wife?"

"You can try to find out."

She did, and it turned out that I did. Again, nothing like the day before. I made love to her, slow and easy. She liked it, or at least she responded as if she did. "You still love me, right? I didn't ruin everything, did I?" she asked afterward.

"I still love you, Ellie. But you came damn close to destroying it. The first time was horrible. This time I almost lost it. We can't go through anything like that again. You understand?"

She nodded, then moved down the bed and took my poor worn out soldier into her mouth, softly, sucking gently. She eased off, looking up at me. "Never again. I do understand."

That was all she said, going back to sucking. It was nice, but I didn't get hard for her. I really was drained. We bathed, and I treated her abused ass with some of the lidocaine left over from my ordeal. When I was finished with her I gave her the tube. "After we eat, go check on Velma, and help her with this. She's miserable today."

"And I'm not?" Ellie asked.

"I'm sure you are. Just do it, alright? No arguing, no talking back."

She responded to the tone of my voice. "I will. Right after lunch. I might do a little grocery shopping while I'm out. Is that Ok?"

"You don't have to get permission from me for everything, sweetie."

She gave me a hug. "I need to rebuild your trust. I'm going to do it."

"Alright. Call me if anything else pops up. And remember, no more play with Bob. He's off the menu."

"Velma's Ok?"

"Velma's Ok. Keep me abreast of anything you do. I'd rather you did it with me there, then not."

"Of course, baby. It's not near as much fun if you're not involved." She gave me a kiss, and walked gingerly out the door.

~ * ~ * ~

Things settled down after that. For the next couple of weeks, we got our daily downloads. I hated watching them, but I need to scan for some good frames, to get a decent snapshot of the poor victim. Sometimes you even got a shot of the wife. They would always announce the poor sucker's first name. My folder was filling, and I kept all the info encrypted, and moved everything off of their computers daily, in case there was any kind of tracking crap going on.

I didn't trust the people who ran the scam, of course. I wasn't going to take any chances, if I could help it. Maybe I was paranoid.

I was getting more sex than I'd ever have dreamed of. At least once every day, nearly always more than that. I used Velma regularly. I wasn't charming or flirtatious. I'd just walk up behind her, bend her over, and fuck her. That or stick my dick in her face, waiting patiently. She was good about it, giving it up without complaint. Bob walked in on us several times, but didn't say anything. I had her blow him a couple of times, while I was screwing her. He seemed to enjoy it well enough, but didn't talk about it afterward.

"You two having an issue with what I'm doing?" I asked her once, while helping myself to seconds. Once at each end. It was only a few days before her third opening was to become available.

"Not at all," she grunted, while I hammered her from behind.

"You sure? He doesn't seem himself."

She nodded. "More sex than ever," she confirmed. "He's happy."

"Talk to him, make sure, alright?"

She groaned her agreement, then came for me sweetly. I smacked her ass for coming without permission. I reminded her it wasn't a reward, she was being punished.

She moaned, wiggling her sweet ass. "Punish me, Stu. Punish my slutty cunt. Punish me hard."

I don't think it was the punishment I'd intended.

The days I used Velma, Ellie was an animal. Every time she found out I'd been with her friend, she'd try to fuck my brains out that night. I started teasing her. "You're supposed to wear me out before, not after," I reminded her.

"You just better remember whose cock that is. I'm your wife, and you better not forget it!" she growled, bouncing up and down on my shaft like a mad woman.

"Of course not, honey. You're all I really want. You're my woman. Nobody makes me come like you do."

"You bet your ass they don't!" she snapped. I looked up at her, and she stopped, putting her hand over her mouth. "Oh, Stu. I didn't mean that. Not about your ass. That just slipped out."

I pulled her down, and held her in my arms, while I pumped her slowly. "It's Ok, Ellie babe. I know you didn't mean it that time. But when you find yourself getting jealous over Velma, just remember who I'm with. Recall what you did to me, and what you were planning to do to me. Think about the pain and humiliation, and how you got off watching that video of me getting raped. Then when all of that is fresh in your mind, remember that we're still together, and that I love you, and forgave you."

"But she's so pretty," Ellie whispered.

"Not half as pretty as you, my love."

"I know you like her, Stu. Don't lie about that."

"Actually, I don't all that much. Sometimes I can forget, but mostly I'm still pissed at her, and she irritates me. I don't like how she treats Bob."

"Why do you keep going to her? I'll give you whatever you want. You know I will."

I held her, rocking her gently. "I use her. That's all. There's no love in it. I don't worry about her pleasure. I stick my dick in her mouth, and she's expected to suck it. I come wherever I want, on her face, her hair, in her mouth. I just bend her over, and fuck her hard. I don't care if she's ready or not. It's part of her punishment. A little humiliation, treating her like a cheap whore."

I held my wife's ass cheeks in my hand, driving into her firmly. I let her think about it. This was part of her punishment of course. That's part of why Bob was out of the picture. She gave me to someone else to use. She planned to share me with her friend. Now she had to watch me be with someone else. I made sure to let her know every time I did it.

She moaned softly.

"You gonna come for me?" I teased, picking up the pace.

"Uh-huh," she gasped. 

"That sweet little pussy, gonna come all over my hard cock?" I asked. I started fucking her as fast as I could, holding her hips up off of me, and thrusting up into her.

"Come...gonna come," she moaned.

"Come for me, Ellie," I demanded.

She whimpered, a high pitched moan leaking from her lips.

"Come!"

She squealed, shaking. I ignored my tired abs and thighs, pounding her through her finish, then eased her down. I returned to a nice quiet stroking motion. I kissed her shoulder and rubbed her back. "That's the difference, Ellie. She never gets that. I don't try to please her. I couldn't care less if she ever came for me. I only give my love to you."

She clung to me, her hips starting to work with me. She kissed my neck and jawline. "She likes it, Stu. She likes it a lot. She says she comes better and harder for you than she ever has."

The words were becoming a distraction. She liked to talk during sex. She always had. I don't know why. I didn't mind, but when I was nearing my finish, I didn't want to chat.

I grunted that I'd heard her, and squeezed her ass hard, pumping her hard. "Fuck me," I groaned.

Ellie did her part, and I was coming in her a few moments later, grunting my release. Afterward I held her, breathing hard, kissing her pretty face.

"She likes it too much," Ellie started in.

I shut her up by kissing her. "I guess she gets off on the humiliation. I don't care. It's just a little more punishment. It won't be that long before I cut her off. Let her get used to it. I hope she loves it, because it's going to go away. I'm yours not hers."

"Don't forget that, baby," she whispered. "You're mine."

~ * ~ * ~

It was Saturday, two weeks to the day. I told them to find a sitter, and to be at our house by 10:00 a.m. They showed up on time, bringing sandwiches, a six-pack, and the latest downloads. Velma walked up to me and put a bottle in my hand. It was lube. "Two weeks. You're a man of your word."

I was gentle with them both. I let them get prepared, cleaning themselves out thoroughly, and lubing up. I took Velma's ass, and rode it non-stop to my finish. Then I made her suck me while Bob took his turn in her backdoor. Once I was hard, I helped myself to Ellie's. By then the girls were playing with each other, kissing, fondling tits, and moaning their pleasure.

When I was near my finish with Ellie, I pulled out and sprayed her face thoroughly. Then I pushed her under Velma's face. "Clean her up good now."

Bob had already finished his second, and was working over his wife's pussy with his fingers. I cleaned up, and figured I had one more in me, before we got down to work. I took my wife away from Velma and cuddled her. "You Ok?"

She grinned. "I like your punishment. It's so much better this way."

"Not too rough? You're not still sore or anything, are you?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, it's fine."

"Would you 69 her for me? Let me take your ass, while she's licking you?"

"I'd do anything for you baby. I told you. Letting her lick me isn't a punishment."

"Would you suck Bob? I think he's feeling a little left out."

"Do you want me to? You won't mind?" she asked.

"Just sucking, alright?"

She grinned. "I can do that. I'm doing it for you, you understand."

"I do."

She rolled away giggling. She was a little rough, dragging Velma into the middle of the bed, straddling her face and lying on top of her. She looked up at Bob. "Got another one in there for me, big guy?" she teased. She reached out, pulling him close by the cock.

Bob looked up at me nervously. "Go for it bud. She wants it."

He scrambled forward and moaned as Ellie sucked him.

For my part, I positioned myself behind Ellie, got some of the lube, and warmed her up. I had Velma suck me while I did. Once she had me ready, I fucked my wife's pussy for a bit, got another quick suck, and took her ass again.

Over a late lunch I pulled out all the video captures, split them up and started passing them around. "See if you recognize anybody," I told them.

It wasn't five minutes later that we got our first hit. Bob knew one of them from his work. By the time we were finished we had three solid matches, two tentative ones, and a couple of pictures which Velma and Ellie both said they thought they recognized. I didn't put much faith in those, it could have been guys at the show they'd seen.

"Alright. That's a start. Later, I'm going to use Facebook and Google image search to see if I can find any hits. We're off to a good start."

I sent Ellie in to do the day's downloads, and took Velma back to the bedroom. The break was exactly what we needed. I had her get me hard, then laid back and had her ride me. Once we were going, I called Bob over. I held his wife down and spread her ass cheeks. "Lube her up, Bob."

He grinned, and she shuddered. "Both at once?" she asked softly.

"Yep. You're such a little slut, Velma."

I held her still, burying myself nice and deep inside of her. Bob struggled a bit, then managed to get into her ass. She moaned for me, and whimpered while he fucked her. "Give it to her hard, Bob. Punish the slut. She was a bad girl, and she needs to pay."

He grabbed her shoulders and fucked her hard and fast. I could feel all of it, as she surrendered to us totally. "Dirty slut," I whispered in her ear.

She whimpered for me, crying out when Bob picked up the pace.

"Nasty bitch. You're gonna come, aren't you? The slut is going to come from getting her ass fucked." I bit her ear lobe, tugging on it. "Riding another man's cock in front of your husband. You shameless slut."

She cried out, rocking back and forth, fucking herself on our cocks. Bob bellowed his release, and dumped another load in her ass.

"Now finish me," I told her. "Show him what a dirty little whore you are."

She sat up, a little shaky at first. Then she started riding me for real. "Is this what you want? You want to see what a dirty little cock slut I am?" She bounced up and down, exposing my entire length over and over again. She looked over at her husband. "Is this enough for you. Making me whore myself out. Coming from getting my poor little ass reamed? Is my humiliation enough for you?" she asked.

I bucked her off me, putting her on her belly. I laid on top of her, alternating between her ass and her pussy, hoping that she'd cleaned herself well. I made her come for me, riding her hard.

Once I had her screaming her orgasm, I got up and slapped her ass, with a loud crack. I stood in front of her, lifted her head, and rubbed my cock on her face. "Suck it, Velma."

She glared at me and opened her mouth. I pushed forward and fucked her face until I was ready, then pulled out and came on her face. "Go on, Bob. Take the little slut home, I'm done with her. Have her do her downloads, and I'll let you know what I find out about the other pictures.

It was fun to see the reaction from her. She sat up wiping her face. "You're an asshole, Stu. You don't have to treat me like that."

I laughed. "Yes, I do. You earned it, remember?"

She glared at me, then stomped off to the bathroom, leaving me laughing.

"You were kind of rough on her, weren't you?" Bob said, getting dressed.

"Don't let her games get to you. Remember, she let two gay men fuck you silly. She completely controlled you. She cheated on you. The little slut wanted her sex so bad, she betrayed both of us. Don't go soft on her."

"You're not like that with Ellie," he said.

"You don't know how I am, when you guys aren't around," I reminded him. "She gets hers."

I sat on the edge of the bed, and used the sheet to wipe my cock. We'd have to change them anyway, they were a complete mess. One of those women leaked badly. Hell, who am I kidding, they both did.

"We had a good day. Some great leads. We're making progress. Don't forget the end goal. In a couple of weeks, we're going to get them. We'll be fucking Jilly's brains out, remember? She and all her little buddies."

He nodded, and I saw him reach down and rub his cock through his plants. "You really think so? It seems like all we've been doing is downloading stuff."

"Almost three hundred," I told him. "That was the hard part. Taking our time getting ready. Now it starts. You better be fucking your wife senseless and practice building up stamina, because you'll be getting a real workout before long."

Velma was still angry when she came out of the bathroom, she stomped over and slapped me. I grabbed her and threw her over my lap, smacking the blazes out of her ass, making her scream and cry out.

"Don't fuck with me, Velma. This is punishment, remember? You betrayed me, betrayed us both. There'll be good days and bad days." She was slipping away, and I pulled her back up and spanked her some more, until she stopped resisting and her ass was bright red.

She was crying and I pushed her off my lap onto the floor when I was done. I stood over her, lifted her head by the hair, and stuck my cock in her face. She sucked it, her mascara raining black streaks down her face, her nose running, eyes red. I held her head in my hands, while she sucked powerfully, just enough to get me hard. Once she had I stepped back and glared at her.

Velma wiped her face, then climbed on the bed, got on her knees, shoulders on the mattress. She reached back and spread her cheeks for me, displaying her red, abused ass. She didn't speak she just waited.

I was tempted to ease up on her, take her pussy, but in the end, I couldn't. I stuck my cock in her ass, the only lube the spit from her blowjob. She cringed, and jerked away a bit, then grunted and forced herself back on my cock.

That was enough for me. I slowly worked it in, then held it there fully buried. "What do you say, Velma?"

"Thank you," she muttered. "I'm sorry."

I gave her a few strokes and pulled out of her. I pulled her into my lap, sitting up, and held her. "You need to behave yourself, hear?"

She nodded.

"Now take your husband home, and show him how much you love him. How much you appreciate all he's done for you." I wiped her eyes, and gave her a little kiss. "No more acting up. Until we've had our revenge on Joanne and that crowd, I want you on your best behavior, alright?"

She nodded. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard. "Let me finish you," she pleaded.

"No. I've got a wife for that. You were bad tonight. You need to make it up to your husband."

She was an ornery one. She wiggled around in my lap, straddling me, and managed to get my hard cock into her pussy. "Forgive me?" she asked, riding me slowly.

I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, watching her wince. "That's not my job. Bob has to forgive you."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-1 Ending



She kissed my shoulder, and kept screwing me. "You too. I shouldn't have gotten angry. I shouldn't have slapped you. I agreed to this. I...I just thought you'd be nicer. You're never that mean."

"I still get angry, Velma, understand? I've forgiven my wife for her part, but I'm still angry with you. I'm trying, alright?"

"I thought we were getting better," she said. She was holding still but I felt her pussy clenching down on my cock, pumping it, while she barely moved.

I grinned. "That's a new talent," I teased.

She smiled, and gave me a kiss. "Surprise."

"Enough now. You and I will have a thorough discussion Monday. Make sure you're clean and lubed when I get to your house. Now do what I said, and make sure your husband knows just how much you love and appreciate him."

She climbed off my cock, gave it a quick suck and started to get dressed.

"No. No clothes." I went into my closet and came out with a windbreaker of mine that reached maybe two inches past her crotch. "That's all you get to wear. You were a little slut tonight. That's how sluts dress."

She picked up her clothing, bending from the waist to make sure I got a good view of her naughty ass. Once she'd collected them all, she went to her husband, who'd been quiet through it all.

"Take me home, honey. Take me home, spank me and fuck me. I've been bad tonight, and you need to remind me who I belong to. You're the only man I love, Bobby. Only you." She turned her head and stuck her tongue out at me. "Not that meanie. That's for sure."

I was surprised by Bob's big grin. "That's right, and don't you forget it. I'm going to tag that ass again when we get home. I'm going to gag you so you don't wake the kids, and get out the toys."

She gave him a one-armed hug. "Whatever you want, baby."

I went to check on Ellie. She looked up at me grinning. "I saw some of that. Man, you spanked her hard. She was so pissed!"

"How are the videos coming?"

"Last one."

I stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders. "These are the latest right?"

She nodded. She turned to me and put her finger to her lips, reminding me we didn't talk about it when in front of the camera. Good girl. It would be a shame to screw things up, this far along.

"I'll get started changing the sheets, and I'll run a bath."

"Great. I'll be with you in a second."

"Don't be too long. I need some loving."

"You'll get all you want, baby. Always."

~ * ~ * ~

The next few days were spent in research. Monday I made it up to Velma, I wasn't gentle, but I wasn't mean either. I used her in all her holes, depositing once in each. No humiliation, but I just used her. She didn't complain. Just the opposite. About an hour into it, I had her rolling in multiple orgasms, screaming out for me.

The last one, I just sat back in their lounge chair, letting her ride me. She showed me her new trick for a while, sitting still, exploring my mouth with her tongue, using that talented pussy on my cock. I played with her small breasts, teasing her hard nipples, helping her get off a couple of times before she wrung my last orgasm out of me.

Afterward, I held her, while she showered me with kisses. I laughed, playing with her body. "You are a wild little thing, aren't you? Sexy beast."

She giggled, then wriggled off my lap, and started sucking me. "Enough, hot stuff."

"My mess, I get to clean it." She did a hell of a job, even starting to get me up again. I wasn't going to give her another ride.

She insisted on feeding me, and I got some more sweet sucking at the table, while I ate the sandwich she'd prepared. When I finished I was hard enough for her to sneak another ride. We were just playing by that time, and I held her while we talked.

"Any more progress?" she asked, when her lips weren't busy kissing my neck and shoulders.

"Lots. I can't believe how well it works. I identified at least a dozen more yesterday. I spent most of the day on it."

She gave me a few teasing bounces, and a big kiss. "All work and no play?"

I held her hips and worked her a little. "I think I'm getting a hell of a lot of play. More than I can ever remember."

"Too much?"

"What do you think?"

She wiggled into a better position, and started riding me more thoroughly. "I think we're still on our honeymoon. All of us. It'll calm down before too long, don't you think?"

I nodded. "Yeah. But it's sure fun for the moment."

She laughed and managed a few long strokes. "No shit. Incredible. Are you really going to cut me off totally once we've gotten even with that bitch and her team."

"A month afterward," I reminded her.

"Totally?" she pouted cutely.

"We'll see. We'll have to talk about it. All of us. It won't be like this."

She nodded, grinding down on my cock. "I know. I imagine it'll be a lot less frequent, and we'll be alone less, but it'll be even better."

"Is that what you want?"

"You can't give me the best sex of my life, then leave me high and dry, Stu." She slowed, looking nervous. "That's not your plan is it? The big get even? I'm really sorry. I'm helping all I can."

"I know. Let's not worry about it now. We'll work something out. I'm kind of getting used to you."

"I know what you're getting used to," she giggled, wiggling in my lap. "Fits pretty well don't it?" 

"Like a velvet glove," I said.

"How about in back? You like that don't you? You were my first." She gave me a little more loving, and a small kiss. "It's nice, right?"

"Very nice. Every bit of you is more than nice," I told her.

She kissed me longer, deeper, looking into my eyes. "As long as you want, Stu. I'm not gonna say no to you. Never."

"You're married. Don't forget that."

"I know. I won't forget it. Bob's getting the best sex of his life, and more than ever before. Trust me, he's not losing out at all." She gave me another deep kiss. "He's the father of my children. My husband. I love him. I love sex with you, Stu, but that's all."

"As long as we both remember. Now get me off, wild girl."

She grinned, grabbed the back of the chair, and fucked my brains out. It was going to be rough to give her up.

~ * ~ * ~

By midweek, I'd run dry on the matches. We had 22, including the original ones. I'd hit a lot at first, but then it dried up. Since Ellie and Bob worked, Velma was a stay at home mom, and I telecommuted two or three days a week, I had plenty of time to work on our problem. I also had lots of playtime with Velma. 

I knew it was getting out of hand when I found myself in bed with her, missionary, taking it nice and slow. I'd gone down on her for the first time, before letting her do the same for me. I'd found myself in the saddle, making slow quiet love, sharing kisses, soft touches.

The second time she was on top, slowly rocking, long sweet slow strokes. Her small breasts were tempting, and I licked and sucked them while she gave me her sweet little moans. She was staring into my eyes, fucking me deliciously. 

She brought her lips down to mine, kissing me slowly. "I don't love you," she whispered.

"I don't love you, too."

She kissed me and kept her lips on mine sharing my breath, her tongue flirting, teasing. Her breath started coming faster, echoing in my mouth. I felt her tensing, whimpering sweetly. Her movements accelerated, faster, deeper. I held her ass, moving with her, struggling to hang on, to last for her finish. She cried out, biting down on my chin, coming so sweetly. I grunted through my own sweet ending, pumping into her, shooting over and over again. 

I hugged her, holding her, caressing her soft skin. She sighed, kissing my neck. "God, you punish me so good, Stu."

She slid off to the side, leg draped over mine, head on my shoulder. "That was wonderful." She kissed my chest. "You know what? I did a bad thing, I really did. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn't change a thing. We'd never have gotten together. Wasn't it worth it? Isn't this?"

"This, as you call it, is damn good, Velma. What you and Ellie did was still way wrong. I'll bear the stigma of that night until my dying day. As rough as we were with you, you had to know we wouldn't really hurt you. I was betrayed by my wife, tricked, and raped so bad I was in agony for weeks. I'd do anything to change that."

She slid down the bed, and took me in her mouth. She sucked me softly. "I'm sorry. I forget how bad it was for you. Forgive me, Stu? Forgive me for getting your wife involved. I didn't think it would be that bad. It wasn't like that for Bob, he was only uncomfortable for about a day. They were mean, making fun of him, but they didn't hurt him. I was in worse shape after you guys got done with me."

"I'm gonna forgive you, Velma. But you need to understand how important it is that we stop the crazy bitch that's humiliating and raping men all over the city. She's gotta pay. I mean seriously pay."

She kept sucking, not to get me hard, or even to be particularly sexy. It was more a penance, absolute submission. She looked up at me, holding my soft cock in her mouth, tonguing it softly. Her eyes misted up, and I stroked her hair. "It's alright baby. I know you didn't mean it. You were being a little too selfish, but you're trying. I know you're trying."

I tugged her upward, but she clung to my hips, sucking. 

"Up her gorgeous. C'mon."

She shook her head, and I saw a glimmer of playfulness. "You better stop, cause if you bring that back to life, I'm gonna wear your tight little near virgin ass out."

Her eyes glinted, and she started scrambling sideways, her mouth glued to my cock, while she rotated around until she was straddling my chest. I saw her little pucker in front of my and started tickling it. I raised my head, tonguing her hole, lathering it up. I slipped a finger in, then another. I could feel her work making progress. She was gagging herself on my cock, making the nastiest noises. 

She pulled off gasping. "Do it, Stu. Take my filthy ass. Make me pay."

I put her on her belly, legs spread wide. She spread her cheeks for me, and I pressed my cock home. I took it slow, opening her, working my way in. She pressed back against me. "Don't fuck around Stu, take me."

My cock wasn't the hardest it had ever been, but it was enough. I pushed hard, making her groan. I started pumping her, working my way in. She was still tight. Damn near as tight as the first time. "You've got the tightest little ass," I teased.

"Not...much...longer," she grunted, then chuckled. "It stings."

I laughed. "Aw, the hell with this." I pulled out and found the lube. I slathered up my fingers, and pressed them into her. I coated my cock and went back for her ass. I slid right in, and she gave the sweetest little moan.

"Better?" I asked.

"Perfect. Take it baby. I'm yours."

I laid on top of her, letting her feel my weight. I pinned her to the bed and stroked deep. "That's right. Your ass is mine sweetheart."

I humped her harder, driving her into the mattress. She grunted with each deep stroke. I stretched her out, looping my feet inside her legs, opening her. I pulled her arms forward, sliding my arms under hers, grabbing her wrists, completely immobilizing her.

She was moaning, as I pounded her into the bed. I pressed my face against hers. "This is my sweet ass, you understand? Mine. I'm not giving it up either." I fucked her harder. "You like that, don't you, my hot little slut wife."

She whimpered.

"Fucking this dirty cheating slut ass," I growled. I brought my knees forward for a little leverage, pulling back further before driving home.

"Slut," I growled, listening to her moans. "Dirty, cheating slut."

She tried to shift her legs, but I held them down firmly. Her arms pulled against mine, but I kept her pinned, taking her.

"You selfish bitch," I sneered. "I own you now."

Her whimpers continued, intermixed with groans and soft little cries.

"I'll wear this ass out before we're even."

She was trembling, shaking hard, while I hammered her into the bed. I stopped talking, fucking her hard, feeling her body respond. I was laughing, taking her, making her mine. She cried out, having her first nice orgasm. I didn't slow down for a second.

"My comes," I whispered into her ear. "All mine."

"C...c...coming," she moaned. "God, oh god, I'm gonna come."

"Give it to me, baby," I told her.

I couldn't remember a bigger one. She was shrieking, humping back at me, screaming out as she came hard. When she calmed I slowed, enjoying the ride.

"Come for me," she pleaded. "Come for me, please."

I rose up on my arms, pushing deeper. I slid my knees up, and lifted her hips with me. She was like a ragdoll, limp in my arms, until she got her knees under her. I grabbed her hips and went for the big finish, finally erupting in her tight hole. When I was done, I rolled off to the side, exhausted, trying to catch my breath.

She dropped back to her belly stretched out. She looked over at me, and grinned. "That's going to have to be off limits for a while," she said.

"Until I want it again."

Her grin grew larger. "Yeah. Until you want it. It's yours now isn't it?"

I rolled over to her, running my hand down to her full ass cheeks. She had a hell of an ass. Her best feature. That and the magic she could work with her pussy. I ran my fingers down her crack, teasing her little pucker.

"Gentle," she pleaded. "You did it. You wore it out."

I kissed her shoulder rubbing the sliminess around her hole. I teased it open, pushing in up to the second knuckle. "Stu," she whispered.

"My ass, sweetie, remember?"

She giggled. "Need me to get you up again?" 

"No, honey. I just like to play with my toys."

She clenched her cheeks. "Yours baby. All yours."

I nibbled on her shoulder. "I need you, sugar."

She turned on her side, cuddling in close. "Where this time?"

"Not your body, Velma, as sweet as it is. I need you to find where the next meeting is. It's time for us to start observing."

"I can make some calls."

"Today?"

"As soon as you let me out of bed. If you're done with your toys."

"Consider them put away."

~ * ~ * ~

Velma did her job, and Saturday I was parked half a block from the latest location, a warehouse in the industrial area. Armed with a camera and a new telephoto lens, I took pictures of each arriving couple. I realized they weren't as good, since they were mostly facing away from us. We'd have to stick around until they left, and hope to capture them under the front spotlights.

"License plates," Ellie said.

"What?"

"Take pictures of the license plates. Maybe we can use that to figure out who they belong to."

It was a great idea. Too bad we hadn't thought of it sooner. Half of them were blocked by other cars. I didn't want to approach the place. No need to give them even a hint of what we were up to.

I was surprised how short the whole thing was. It wasn't much more than an hour before the people started exiting. The pictures were still difficult, because they exited in bunches, but I did as well as I could. It was ten minutes later that some poor schlub came staggering out, his wife hanging onto him. I watched him shrug her away, pushing her. I could hear him screaming at her before the bouncers came out and practically dragged him to his car. I heard a sob, and looked over to see Ellie was crying.

"I did that to you," she whispered.

"You did."

"I'm so sorry, Stu. I can't believe I got caught up in it the way I did."

"Not now, Ok?" I told her.

Her hand reached out and squeezed my leg. The guy wouldn't let the woman in the car, and drove away squealing his tires. The woman stared at him leaving, then collapsed on the ground. The bouncers got her up and indoors. 

"Shit. The parking lot's empty," I said.

"There's one car left," Ellie answered.

"Yeah, and all the white robes are still inside. So are the big-dick rapists and the bouncers. There must be a back exit." I started the car, and drove by the building. By the time we were even with the back of it, it looked like the last of a row of black SUVs were disappearing out the rear of the complex.

I pulled up and slammed my hands into the steering wheel in frustration.

Ellie reached for my arm and I jerked away. She was quiet, waiting. "Next time," I finally said, and pulled out.

We were quiet all the way home. Once we got indoors, she came to me. I wasn't ready for it. The place had brought up all the anger again. The anger I kept suppressing. I wondered that I hadn't had the balls to do what that guy did. She hugged me, and I didn't push her away but I didn't return the affection either.

She didn't let go. "We're gonna fix it, baby."

"There's no fixin', there's only payback now. It's done."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending



Payback Inc.: The Beginning - part 2 of my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.02

http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02

After a near second betrayal, the protagonist decides it's time for him to get at least part of his balls back, and he comes up with a plan for revenge. It starts with his wife and her friend that started everything, and with their help, he pulls other men into the plan, who had suffered as he did. 

A group of pissed off, betrayed men agree that something needs to be done, and Stu learns that others had already started. It's no longer his plan alone. He's part of a team.

The put-upon men form a consortium, a support group for each other, to deal with the humiliation, torture and deceit. Their extended payback begins with their evil wives, and moves forward from there.

And yes, this one is rather extreme, but the circumstances leading up to it were as well. It probably belongs in nonconsent, but I'm keeping it in LW for the continuity, and to match the author's original categorization. It also may seem to go off the tracks a bit, but there's a reason for that, to be illustrated shortly. It's also long, and probably could have been spit up into two chapters, but my chapter division is based on phases of the revenge, and not arbitrary length.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

*****

Sunday was more research, trying to match up people at the meeting with the stills from the videos. We couldn't find any matches, and I came to the conclusion that once someone had been used and betrayed, that was probably the end of their visits. It was one thing to attend the show for a little thrill, quite another to be the main attraction. There might have been a few exceptions, but I hadn't been able to find any. It made a lot of sense to me.

I concluded I was wasting my time, trying to do it all myself. I had 22 possible contacts. That's who I needed to concentrate on. More than twenty people we'd identified. The next step was to find out more about them. 

Within the week, I had what I needed. We'd been able to track down the information on 19 of the 22. The eight that mattered most were those who were recently divorced or separated. One of those was in jail. I'd have to get back to him later. The other seven were the ones I wanted to work with.

I made initial contact with all seven. Two wanted nothing to do with me, all they wanted to do was put it behind them, but the other five? Rabid hate, anger, disgust and evil thoughts seemed to drive them. Three of them were already trying to figure out some way to get even. When I told them of my plan, and what I wanted to do, they were begging to get involved.

It was during my conversation with Neil Monroe that things got weird. He had crazy ideas, and had been on the verge of enacting one of them, when I'd contacted him. He came from old money, and had never really had to fend for himself, family connections getting him into the schools and jobs he'd needed. He wasn't used to not getting his way, and when his wife had betrayed him, it was unlike the others. She had gone out of her way to torture and humiliate him, and as soon as his show was over, he'd gone home to divorce papers, and shark lawyers. When he'd tried to use his family influence to bring what had been done to him to light, he'd felt the power of Joanne's connections, spending time in jail, and having both his private investigator and his lawyer turn on him. His own family had encouraged him to let his bitch wife have what she wanted, and to chalk it up to experience. They weren't about to take on everybody, and from the way he told the story, it was every body. He wasn't sure, but he believed they'd been threatened or worse. One of his older brothers had moved away, and was totally incommunicado.

Neil wasn't of the same mindset, and I was stunned to see he had already set things in motion, and had a partner in crime, Eric Dean. Dean was one of the seven that I was going to contact, one of the easiest to identify from his video. He was a huge man, readily identifiable, and he worked in the public eye as a high-school teacher and one of the coaches of the football team.

Our conversation took a brief recess, while he contacted Dean. It turned out that while Neil had the desire and financial resources, Dean was the brains behind the deal. Eric Dean was a quieter man, physically imposing at 6'3" two-hundred forty pounds, a Math teacher and coach who understood that if he was in any way associated with what we had planned, his seven years of education and five subsequent years of teaching would be worth squat. As he discussed their plans so far, I realized how far behind the curve I was. When he spoke, I listened, it didn't take me long to figure out who the smartest man in the room was. He had encyclopedic knowledge, and an answer for every question I could pose. You'd never think it to look at him, but the guy had to have an IQ in the 150+ range. I'm no slouch, but this guy, just wow!

I filled them in on the others I'd contacted, and after due deliberation, we agreed that having more resources would work, if we could trust them. The depth of the betrayal we'd all incurred made it likely they'd go along with what we'd been discussing. It was well beyond my initial thoughts; much more thorough, and likely safer.

I went back to the men I'd contacted, bringing them up-to-date, and feeling them out as far as moving ahead with this more ambitious revenge.

"You understand," I would explain carefully, "what we're talking about isn't strictly legal. It's risky."

To a man, they conceded that the risk was worth the revenge. They were angry. I understood.

They were a mixed group, in background, in looks, in where they worked, or had worked. They had one thing in common, a burning hatred for what had been done to them, for the wives who had subjected them to it, and for the evil bitch and her minions who ran the whole show.

From the beginning, I recognized that Alan Butler and Chris Carter were men I could depend on. Butler had a coldness that frightened me, but his background could prove invaluable. He was ex-military intelligence, an Army Captain, Texas A&M cadet and grad, and a mid-level manager at an accounting firm. Carter was his opposite in many ways, a college dropout, serial entrepreneur who hit it moderately big once, and was currently working on a social media startup. Both men showed initiative, eagerly making suggestions, and offering to put their resources and abilities in play to make things work. I knew they'd fit in well. 

Xavier was an unhappy man. He'd walked away from his job, and spent time in jail for contempt, before he'd give his wife a single penny in their divorce. He claimed he'd been in the joint before, and it was better than the time he'd spent with his 'evil whore'. He'd alienated himself from his family and friends, and now was working on the loading dock at a grocery distribution center. Dark and brooding, he rarely smiled, but he assured me he was 100% behind anything we wanted to do. Anything. Yes, he made that part exceedingly clear. An-y-thing. None of us doubted him for a second. I'm not ashamed to admit it, the guy gave me chills.

Neil was paranoid, after his first run against Joanna. He insisted on encrypted cell phones, and anonymous meetings. He leased a place downtown for our meetings, with access from an underground subway station, next to a mall. We would meet at different times, and approach from different directions, to keep the fact that we were working with each other a secret. Our first meeting was a huge success, and we were acting like life-long friends before it was over. A four hour discussion refined our plan, and with the new resources available, things looked even better.

Bob and I didn't keep things secret from our wives, but they weren't directly involved. They couldn't understand, of course. I kept Ellie informed of our progress, and calmed her when she expressed her concerns. When she grew more animated in her disagreement, I laid down the law. It was going to happen. She would play whatever part I dictated. It was part of the price of her betrayal. Once I'd reminded her of that, she seemed resigned to go along, and even started suggesting useful ideas.

Bob's Velma wasn't much better. He called me, and I went over and had a private conversation with her. With my cum dripping from her ass and pussy, and her ass glowing red, she said she understood what we needed to do, and why. She would help in any way she could. That was good, because I had plans for her.

We planned and prepared for four solid weeks, before putting the first stage plans into action.

I figured that with the five of them, Bob, and the two penitent wives, we stood a better than average chance of accomplishing what I wanted. 

*****

Neil's plan required a secure place to keep people against their wishes, private and secluded. It needed to be able to handle a large crowd, and would have to be modified to make sure there was no chance of their escape, or contacting anyone. He'd already started by purchasing a place that Dean had approved of. He was committed, and we would build on his plans.

The house in the country was a good bit off the beaten path. The building itself was in rough shape, but it was located on a nice sized parcel of land, and had one extremely redeeming feature. The original owner had been some kind of paranoid survivalist. The place was isolated, backing up to property on a flood plain on two sides, with no neighbors for miles.The grounds where surrounded by an electrified fence topped with barbed wire. The land beyond the fence was cleared for at least twenty yards to the dense woods beyond, before dropping off to swamp. Within the fenced grounds, there was a huge warehouse/garage, with space to park numerous vehicles. The homestead proper had a full basement the length of the house, and had been hardened. A damn near impenetrable door hidden behind a staircase provided access. Iron bars covered all the windows on the first floor, there were no windows in the basement, no evidence there even was one, unless you found the hidden entrance. There was a crow's nest atop the roof, and even an escape tunnel from the basement that ran almost a hundred yards out from the house, with an exit in the woods beyond the fence. Neil wouldn't tell us what the place cost, but he seemed proud of how he'd acquired it, and assured us the ownership was well disguised. Dean confirmed it, which made me feel better.

It would have been ideal if it wasn't nearly two hours out of town. It made access difficult. Before we started our 'acquisitions', we needed to prepare their new environment. It started with a serious discussion of what we wanted to accomplish long-term, particularly with the evil bitches that had created this entire atmosphere of rape and humiliation with their staged shows.

The longer we talked, the more it sunk in exactly what we were planning. Absolute control over another person, humiliation, and punishment, both physical and mental. We wanted to break them, and make sure they'd never even consider doing such a thing again, as well as understand why it was so wrong. For me, one of the scarier parts was that these men wanted to apply a subset of those actions against the women who'd betrayed them personally. I could understand their anger, but that part was harder for me to comprehend. My relationship with Ellie was such that I couldn't conceive of ever doing what they were considering, to someone I loved. Even knowing how bad some of those women had treated the men they were supposed to love and respect, it still surprised me.

It was only when we got into greater detail over what had happened did I start to see their point. Most didn't want to talk about their ordeal at first. Over time, as we all got to know each other better, and with some alcohol to lubricate the tongue, we talked. We had a common problem, and nobody could understand was had happened to each of us, better than we could. Before long, I started to accept their point of view. Not all of them, admittedly, but for a few, I started to harden my thoughts toward their ex-wives. They were, cruel, even inhuman in their behavior. Ellie was bad enough, getting a sexual thrill from my humiliation, not understanding how bad it was for me, but some of these women were disgusting.

Take Janine for example, one of the less evil ones, if you can believe it. Janine did Carter bad, and he was still very angry. She had been mad at him, apparently, for spending too much time on his business, controlling the money too tightly, and not taking better care of himself, gaining over 40 pounds in the three years they'd been married. He was happy to admit he was partially to blame for issues in his marriage. Things had been slipping downhill with them, when suddenly it started to get better. She was talking, affectionate, and he was bending over backwards to make things better. He'd sold his business, and started a new one which took less of his time. He'd joined a gym, and had lost his first ten pounds. She wanted to celebrate their improved lives, and suggested dinner and a show. You know by now what kind of show she was thinking of.

They went three times, and he admitted the sex was good after the shows, but he didn't like it, and told his wife he didn't want to continue going. She coerced him into attending one last time, much like my story, I realized. Janine volunteered him for the stage, knowing full well what would happen to him. She belittled him from the crowd, making fun of his weight and the size of his dick, which, while not impressive, was a perfectly reasonable size, as I'd find out later. He was used, and humiliated, distraught and emotionally destroyed. He thought things were improving between them, and then that.

She was apologetic, of course, and he resigned himself to stay with her after lots of tears and professions of true love. They discussed their issues, and agreed to work to make things better. It wasn't long before she started in with humiliating remarks, insults about his anatomy, and controlling the sex. When she confessed to an affair, he'd had enough. She was stunned when she was served with divorce papers in her office. Theirs was an ugly, bitter divorce, and she never understood why he was so upset with her. We figured she'd understand soon enough.

Annette's situation was a complete clusterfuck. It made no sense whatsoever. She and Xavier had only been married two years. They fell head-over-heels in love with each other, and according to Xavier they had a great thing going, except for one issue: they fought. Knock-down, drag-out arguments with lots of yelling and on the verge of physical abuse, without quite crossing that line. Their fights rarely lasted more than an hour or so, and usually ended in great 'make-up' sex. If not for their volatile tempers, and the infrequent screaming sessions, he thought their marriage was close to perfect, as least for him. They were a great match, with similar likes, and dreams. They were talking about starting a family. They'd even started looking for a house to buy.

They had been partying. He was drunk and high, and she was in just as bad a shape as he was. Recreational drug use was part of their relationship, but they had it under control, limiting it to their weekends, and not letting it affect their jobs. 

They'd had a fight, he couldn't even remember what it was about, he thought it was over. She didn't, had a temper and bore a grudge. She put on a loving act, and suggested they try something new, and promised him a wild evening of sex. He had no idea how wild she intended it to be. Xavier said he didn't have a clue about the place, and Annette had never mentioned it before. How she got involved with the place was a complete mystery. Once at the show, that very first time, she volunteered him for the stage. He was in no condition to argue, bombed out of his mind, and was actually laughing as he was led drunkenly to the central platform. He didn't provide much of a show, half out of it most of the time. Most of his memories of the event came from reviewing the video of his humiliation. When one of the guys was cornholing Xavier, he kept calling the guy Annette, telling her he'd get his turn. The next day when he realized what had happened, he was alone. She'd run out on him once she realized how bad it was, taking the money out of their accounts, and gone into hiding. She'd crossed a line, big-time. She came from a big family, and stayed with them. He was ambushed with the divorce, and never had a chance to even speak to her, and find out why she'd done it. The one time he'd tried to confront her, he'd been beaten up by her brothers. They'd never spoken since that night. Let's just say that Xavier was not a happy camper.

I've already mentioned Petra, who sacrificed her husband Neil happily. Apparently her relationship was a farce, an easy way to use him and get a big chunk of his money. She had it all planned out. Putting him on the stage was her way of putting an end to their relationship. By the time he was being publicly humiliated, she had all her ducks in a row. He woke the next day to a belly full of cum, a burning asshole, and divorce papers. Personally, I thought she deserved whatever she had coming.

We had decided how we need to prepare our clubhouse, in order to deal with these women, on a long-term basis. It would require a good bit of work, and we'd have to do it on our own. It's not the type of work we wanted anyone else knowing about.

We spent a weekend doing the initial conversion, and individually continued to do whatever we could in preparation. Xavier volunteered to stay there from the beginning, insisting he'd bring his tools out with him, working on any necessary repairs, while updating the basement. He dealt with his job by calling and telling them he wouldn't be back. He'd been living in a rent-by-the-week fleabag hotel. He grabbed his few belongings, picked up his last check, and moved in.

We all had to admit, Xavier was handy with the tools. We could immediately see the improvements. He requested a boat load of materials, and we had our first discussion about 'formalizing' our involvement, and what it would cost. Dean wrote a charter, and requested that we all invest an equal amount. Neil argued he'd take care of the funding, but Dean explained that it was important that we all be invested. We settled on two thousand dollars each, which was painful, but not impossible. There's nothing like writing a big check to make everything 'real'. We agreed to reduce Xavier's portion to $250, since that was nearly everything he had, and he'd make up the difference in free labor on the house. Bob paid in installments, a thousand up front, and agreed to pay two-hundred a month. He had a family to support, and we wanted to reduce his share as well, but surprisingly he fought back, saying he expected to be a full partner. Neil still insisted we were underfunded, and matched the amount of cash in our coffers, giving us over twenty grand to work with.

It took all of our free-time, but it was necessary. Once we'd finished the building modifications, we knew it was time to start. For me, it had now been nearly a year from when I'd suffered my humiliation, four months since my anniversary betrayal, and when I thought about it, I still burned.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending



*****

Nicole was first. Butler's ex-wife was unsuspecting and an easy target. She lived a very ordered life and was extremely predictable. Butler had given us the full scoop on her. His crisis was much like mine, and when I reviewed the episode with him in it, I could understand his anger. When he was volunteered, he had resisted on-stage and had been injured. I had a lot of respect for that, it's what I wish I had done. He'd almost lost a testicle, but it hadn't stopped them from torturing him. When it was over he had gone to the hospital with her, spent a few days recuperating, and taking care of business by phone when she wasn't in attendance. 

When he'd had enough of bed rest, he'd brought the hammer down hard, changing the locks, packing up her shit, and leaving all her belongings in the driveway with a copy of the divorce papers, asking for everything. She put up a bit of a fight, insisting on a 50/50 split of their liquid assets, no alimony, and no kids to worry about. She even gave over the house, asking only for a few pieces of sentimental furniture and the car. Apparently she had a lot of guilt over what had been done to him. Too little, too late, was his opinion.

When the van pulled up beside her in the Wal-Mart parking lot, it only took five seconds for her to disappear, her car quietly moved to the airport long-term parking. Snatching her was more a test of our capabilities than anything else.

A couple of hours later, she was at our clubhouse, naked and under restraint. She never asked what was happening. She did keep pleading with us to tell Butler she was sorry. She was so sorry.

She was going to be.

Nothing was done to her, other than to place her inside one of the punishment boxes. It was a 5 foot cube, heavily padded and insulated. Completely soundproof, and absolutely light proof, we called it the black box. She we forced inside, the door closed, and she was left there, without explanation. 

After 24 hours of complete isolation, Xavier was directed to provide her with a single bottle of water, and nothing else. After 48 hours he could do with her what he wanted, and she would be chained to the floor in the open pen. If she fought back, she went back in the black box.

With the excitement of that first success under our belts, Janine and Annette were picked up within hours of each other three days later. Janine, Carter's ex-wife, and Annette, Xavier's ex were locked in the same basement sixty-seven miles outside of the city, where Nicole was being kept. The moment they saw the condition that Nicole was in, their screams and arguments turned to pleas, which fell on deaf ears.

Janine was placed in the black box, and Annette went in the white box. The white box was similar to the black box, same dimensions and completely soundproof. The difference was, it was brightly lit at all times. The side walls and roof were translucent, with fluorescent lights behind them. The interior was white. Personally, I think I'd prefer the black box to the white. 

That weekend we met at the house. When Nicole watched the seven men enter the basement, she called out to her ex-husband. He ignored her, and we dragged the other two out of their box confinement. Xavier had been watching over them, and they were obviously terrified of him. When they started begging, it only took a couple of lashes with his flogger to shut them up. They were all hosed down, and transferred to the pen. We didn't talk to them, didn't explain why they were there, but I'm sure they knew. None had been fed, but we gave them water.

I don't know why I was singled out to be the group mouthpiece, but I was.

"Welcome to your new home. You may as well forget about any previous lives you may have had, because you're never going back to them. You know why you're here. What you did." I stopped to look at each of them. There was still a lot of fight in them, but they stayed quiet. Xavier's intimidating presence, with his whip in hand, probably helped.

"You will obey. You will not speak unless you're spoken to. You will show your masters deference and respect at all times. You will address any man you see as Master or Sir. If your behavior warrants it, you will be fed, and taken care of. You will be punished for ill behavior, or if anyone feels like it. You will be used, however and whenever we want. If you need to be punished, it will be harsh."

I stepped in front of Nicole. "Do you understand what I've said, slave Nicole?"

She was quick to response. "Yes Sir."

I moved over in front of Janine. "Do you understand what I've said, slave Janine?"

She looked around before responding, and Xavier's lash came down on her hard. "YES!" she shrieked. I glared at her, and she received three more lashes before she realized her error. "Yes, Master! I understand, Master!"

I looked up at Xavier. "Punishment and the black box for her, when this is done." She was huddled, on the ground crying, when I stepped in front of Annette."

"Do you understand what I've said, slave Annette?"

She glared at me. "You won't get away with—" she gasped from the first blow, and still continued, "—this, you bastards."

I dropped to one knee in front of her. "We already did. You're ours. You'll never leave here. There is no escape. You're just a memory to the outside world. I know your story, you evil bitch. You deserve everything you have coming, and more. I'm going to take great pleasure in making sure you get yours."

Xavier seemed to have no compunctions against beating his ex-wife. As soon as I was finished, he was whipping her. She was a tough little cunt, and didn't cry out until she'd received at least half-a-dozen.

"Do you understand what I've said, slave Annette?" I asked, when he took a break.

She glared at me, and through gritted teeth hissed, "Yes."

Xavier lifted his whip and I put up a hand to restrain him. "Yes, what? How do you address me?"

She sat up, still acting as if she was somehow in control. "Yes, Master. I understand."

I grinned. "Very good." I looked up at Xavier. "White box. Punishment every eight hours, for ten minutes. No more, no less." I felt that last part was needed, because I knew Xavier might overdo things with his wife. He was still quite angry.

We had already discussed it. Part of the sensory deprivation was to screw with their concept of time. He'd randomly punish her at random three to six hour intervals. 

There were no windows in the basement, so the only idea of the passage of time for any of them came from when we paid them a visit, or when we turned the lights on or off. It was even worse when they were in the isolation boxes.

We left them, and returned upstairs to discuss our success and our remaining targets. We also presented ideas as to how they should be treated. 

In a solemn ceremony we swore we'd never roll-over on each other, no matter what happened. If any of us were caught, we'd swear we were in it alone, no matter what. Neil assured us we'd have the best lawyers money could buy. We agreed on our intentions, realizing that what we were talking about had potentially very long repercussions. We sealed the deal getting drunk and gangbanging each of the three cheating sluts we had locked up downstairs. 

It was the first time we'd had any interaction with them, other than their capture and lecture. We used Nicole first, then left her chained to the floor while, we released Janine from her box. She was crying before we even started. When we were done with her, we chained her beside Nicole. We took a break, had a drink, then made our first two captives suck us hard, before releasing Annette. Within moments of coming out of the box, she was airtight. She struggled a little, but not enough to make a difference. She was my first red-head. 

We used her pretty hard, most of us going twice. Xavier refused to stick his dick in her. Instead he helped himself to Nicole, who was surprisingly accommodating, not fighting back at all. When we were done, we put Janine and Annette back in their boxes, and called it a night.

We still had things to do.

Petra, the evil bitch who had gone after Neil was a little more difficult. She had money, and good security. She didn't work, content to live off the money she'd received in her divorce. She was smart and careful. The team was planning a complicated capture scenario when she practically fell into our arms. She had gone out on a Saturday evening, the GPS we'd planted on her car showing her destination to be a local Cougar bar. When the three of us swooped down on her location, she was bombed, and was being walked out of the building by an equally drunk kid, likely no more than 18 years old. The young man would wake up with a headache in the parking lot an hour later, around the same time that Petra was being introduced to her new home for the foreseeable future.

Our last conquest was the easiest of all. Quiet Dean stayed in contact with his wife, for the sake of their two kids. She had traveled for business, leaving the kids with their parents. Her itinerary was well known, as were her habits. When she came in on the early evening flight, trudging with her bags to her car parked in long-term parking, she never expected her mini-van to be already occupied. The moment she sat in the driver's seat she was overpowered, dragged into the back of the vehicle, and driven to our little resort in the country.

Our paranoia served us well. Whoever's wife was being picked up was never part of the capture team, and we made sure they had a great public alibi. Once we had all five in the basement, it was obvious that keeping control over them was too big a task for Xavier alone. Especially with the training we had in mind. I did mostly contract work, usually on the client's premise. With the writing on the wall, I concluded my current contract, opting out of an extension, and joined Xavier at our clubhouse, his new full-time home. Between us, we took responsibility for the building and the women captured. Ellie stayed with me for the first two weeks, taking time off from her work. We told our family we were taking a much needed vacation to "re-connect". Neil underwrote our expenses, and kept the mortgage and bills up-to-date.

As an independent contractor, I had over four months of expenses saved in case of emergency. I could have absorbed the financial impact of my 'break' in business, but it was nice not to have to. Ellie made decent money, about a third of what I did, but she had the benefits. It was harder for her to get time off. Me, nobody would notice. I could claim to be working a new contract.

The remaining men kept up appearances, making sure they had air-tight alibis for when their wives disappeared, and biding their time. Once the first woman had been captured, we stopped our meetings in town, only meeting at the clubhouse. 

Bob was playing his part. He and Velma started attending the shows again. It made him sick, each time he watched another atrocity, but he understood his role. I'm just glad it was him, and not me. I don't think I could have handled it.

The hard part for me was no more Velma, I'd gotten used to enjoying her. After a while, I had other things to keep me distracted. Five of them. At times I wondered how she was doing.

Phase one was complete. We had the women under our control, and would continue to train them, as part of phase two. Phase three would start when the true villains were under our control. Personally, I had a lot to keep me busy until then.

*****

Our intentions weren't kind. We wanted to break these women. Humiliate, torture, and mentally abuse them. Some might think us unusually cruel or vindictive. Let them take their turn on that stage before throwing the first stone.

By the time the furor and concern for the women's disappearances had settled, and the police inquiries stopped, the five women who had betrayed their husbands in the most heinous fashion imaginable were well on their way to being broken.

It had been six weeks since the capture of Diana, our last. We had the captives convinced it was more like three months. It was just me and Xavier, everyone else keeping their distance during that time. I knew they were getting antsy, but it was a group decision to allay suspicion. Xavier had no ties to the community, and no job. His disappearance wasn't unexpected, but we had heard that his ex-wife's family was looking for him. He almost never left the grounds.

As for me, I had no ties to any of them. My wife wasn't missing. I had ended my contract, and spent a few hours each day pursuing a dream of mine I'd never had the time or means to indulge. I was writing. Neil was paying both Xavier and me a salary to be property caretakers and to manage the slave training. It was better pay than I'd had before this all started. I had no complaints, although Ellie wasn't ecstatic. She spent the weekends with me, and usually at least one evening each week. She confessed she was looking forward to our having more time together, and that she was worried about me. She said I was changing. We talked a lot on the phone. I needed the calming effect of contact with her. 

After the fourth week, Xavier and I agreed, we'd allow her to be minimally involved. We'd allow our new slaves to believe that my wife had once undergone what they were going through. It was an additional mind-fuck, giving them a little hope, with little actual chance of it happening. We explained things to Ellie, and she agreed quickly, both to help, and maintain the subterfuge.

I watched Ellie shiver as she used the hose on the naked women, looking for any more injuries. Just the usual bumps and bruises. She ignored their pleading, probably afraid of being lumped in with them, behind the iron bars, chained to her own ring on the floor.

The central pen was a large space, centered against one of the basement walls. It was enclosed in nearly a thousand dollars worth of black iron pipe, with a large gated door, and a variety of odd openings around the perimeter, whatever Xavier's warped mind could come up with. Iron rings were set in the floor in four rows of five, six feet apart. More rings were attached to the basement wall, and to the ceiling. It was almost indestructible, and frankly, scary looking.

We maintained the impression that Ellie was a slave like them, only she'd been raised to a slave level that they might one day attain if they showed promise. She wore a collar, and a scrap of clothing whenever she was downstairs. She was a Tier 5 slave, with a modicum of freedom, and access to the outside world. It was a goal. None of the slaves had even been promoted to Tier 1. It might have been a goal, but we were trying to make it clear they were still a long ways away. It was another way of controlling them, to give them the slightest of hope.

From my position near the top of the stairs, I watched Xavier walk up behind her. "You should be in there with them," he growled.

She shrunk before him. "I know."

"You're damned lucky. If I had my way . . ."

Ellie stepped away from him. "I know. But I'm paying my own price. Master Stu decides about me. Nobody else. I was helping him before you or any of the others even got involved." It was good to hear the Master Stu reference. She was staying in her role.

Xavier shrugged. "I still think you should be chained. You know what will happen if you betray us. It'll make this," he nodded toward the huddled naked women behind the iron fencing, "look like a cakewalk."

"So you've told me a dozen times. I'll be the last to betray my husband again. He forgave me, and I'll never make him regret that. I'm going to help take down Joanna. She lied to me too."

I walked down the steps to interrupt their little discussion. I rarely interfered, I wanted Ellie kept on edge. Nervous. Now that the rest of the team would be spending more time there, things would change again. I needed to reassure her. At least for the moment. I continued down the steps and stood beside my wife, putting my arm around her shoulders. She leaned against me, trembling.

"Go on upstairs, Slave Ellie. It's feeding time."

She nodded. As she walked away, I spoke with Xavier, lowering my voice. "I trust her. As much as any of you. She's playing her part, and playing it well."

"She's your responsibility," Xavier said with a shrug. "It's not how I would handle it."

"Understood. But then again, I dealt with the aftermath differently. She's paid, and she'll continue to pay. Now it's a chance for the rest of you to get a little payback, before we go after that bitch in charge."

"Agreed. How many we feeding?"

"Two again."

Xavier grinned. "Whatever we want?"

"No reason to change it now, is there?"

"The other guys are coming. Maybe we should leave their women for them."

"Nothing's changed. The rules we made, as a group still stand. There is no 'their' women anymore," I reminded him.

"You're right," Xavier said. "It's hard not to think of her that way, you know?"

"I do. I get it. But it's what we agreed. Part of the process."

"Yeah. Not like the bitches don't deserve it."

I grinned, smacking the dour man on the shoulder. "Keep reminding yourself that. You want to go first?"

Xavier nodded. We had come up with a dozen or more ways to incentivize the women. Xavier liked it simple. He pressed the button that allowed the cables that passed through each woman's floor ring, and attached to their collars, to go slack. Xavier was a creative lunatic. The cables could be retracted to the point where the collars were in contact with the floor ring, pinning the slaves to the floor helplessly. Under normal situation they were allowed about four feet of slack, not quite enough to stand up comfortably. When they were given full slack, they had about ten feet to work with. They new better than to get tangle up with each other, that was serious punishment.

The device he'd created allowed the cables to be retracted individually, as a complete row, or even a combination of rows. When the big motor started up, it was noisy, and the slaves would always get anxious, before the reels were engaged.

The five women nervously turned to face him, quiet, waiting to see what the game would be. All wanted to be fed. None wanted to be punished. 

Xavier opened the waist high hole in the fencing, his favorite for some reason. When he showed them the stick, they started jockeying for position. "Fetch," he called out, throwing the stick in the middle of them.

It only took a few seconds for Nicole to claim the stick, amid hitting, kicking and scratching. Once she had it she ran as quickly as possible to the corner where her cable reached furthest from the others. The remaining women cried and screamed as Xavier hit the power-reel buttons, and the losers were dragged back to their ring. It was a nice setup. I was impressed when he installed it, putting in enough cables and rings for two rows, ten prisoners. Once Nicole saw it was safe, she ran over to the opening in front of Xavier, dropped to her knees, and held the stick up to the hole. "Sir," she said simply.

Xavier laughed. "You're a tough little cunt, ain't ya?"

She looked up shyly. "Thank you sir. Thank you for choosing Nicole. You know I win the stick game."

Xavier opened his pants, grinning. "You do, don't you? I hadn't noticed."

Nicole thrust her head through the opening, waiting for him to slide the collar in place. "Of course not, sir. I'm not worthy of your attention."

"Food first or after?" he asked.

"After, always. Nicole craves her Master, more than food."

"She does, does she? Then you wouldn't mind if I just used you, and fed one of the others?" Xavier teased, slapping his cock against her cheek.

"Whatever Master X desires," Nicole replied automatically. I knew that was a lie, but Nicole was taking the training exceptionally well.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending



"Suck, Nicky."

I preferred a more hands-on approach. I grabbed my favorite leather strap off the wall, and clipped the small food pouch to my belt. I entered the cage, and walked among the remaining women. All had been behaving better, and none were in isolation. They where anchored with enough play to move around a few feet, able to reach one of the other women, if they weren't on the end.

I strolled past each. I'd drop to one knee, at the limit of their reach. "Tell me," I would say.

The woman would crawl to me, reaching out, touching me. They would whisper the things they wanted me to do, and seeing the strap in my hand, they'd offer a number.

The highest number would usually win, if the offers were good enough. The danger was they didn't know how harsh I would be with the strap. Sometimes I'd be almost playful, other times I might beat them with my full strength. For them, guessing my mood was part of their gamble. For me it was a little fun, and a way to keep them off-balance.

Petra, Neil's hateful ex-wife, had been the hardest to break. I could tell she was desperate. She hadn't eaten in a week. She was parched, her lips cracked and dry. We were especially harsh with her, rightfully so, I thought. We reminded her frequently of how much we hated her, and what she'd done. Xavier often told her to enjoy her last few days on Earth. I think he meant it.

Crawling forward, I saw the tears on her face as she groveled before me. "Anything, Master. Anything you want, beat me until I'm unconscious, use me hurt me, whatever you want. Please, Sir. Have pity on Petra."

That was a new tune from her. I looked around. "Do any of you think she's worthy of my pity? Should I feed her, instead of one of you?"

The others rapidly assured me she was worthy of nothing. That I should feed them.

"What do you think, slave Petra? Are you worthy of my pity?"

She'd been argumentative when she first arrived, angry, then sullen. She spent a lot of time in isolation, and being punished. She and Diana had both been gangbanged immediately after we'd captured them, but Petra had not been used sexually since then, over six weeks, months in her mind. She'd been pleading the last few days, but she still had that hint of resistance. Now even that was gone. She looked up at me, for a few seconds, and I glared back. She bowed her head. "No, Master."

I finished my rounds, and chose Xavier's wife, Annette. Since we'd first captured her, Xavier still had not used her. He'd punished her with a thorough, vicious beating that had left some scars, then ignored her ever after. They still hadn't spoken a dozen words to each other. Even if she won one of his contests, he would ignore her, and hold a new different one. 

She broke surprisingly early, after her initial resistance. I made a point of choosing Annette at least one out of every three times, once I understood Xavier never would. Besides, I kinda liked the look of the once feisty redhead, and she was extremely appreciative of any attention received.

Diana had offered to take twenty strokes of the strap. A high number. That's what Annette received, before I used her right there, among all of them. I opened my pants, and she sucked me without hesitation. A few minutes later she got her first feeding of the day. I allowed her to suck me back to hardness, put her on her hands and knees, and had at her, I was still fucking her, when I heard the electric reel start up, and Nicole was returned to her place. Xavier and I both ignored the way she passed a portion of her food to Janine, beside her. The two of them had worked out their own little team, and after discussing it, neither of us saw any reason to thwart them.

When I was done with Annette, I tossed the food at her feet. She ate it greedily, while I walked among the women. They knelt before me if I got close enough, and I'd rub their heads, or caress a shoulder, like pets. We had agreed, Xavier and I, that I'd be the good guy, while he played the cruel, angry part. It didn't take any acting on his side. He was often rough with them. Rougher than I could be. The women would touch me eagerly, probably hoping for a treat. That day I rewarded them, each one opening their mouths eagerly for a small prize, a single piece of chocolate, broken off a bar. I found that chocolate and fresh fruit made the best treats.

Petra was surprised when I lifted her head, and offered her a piece. "Please Master," she pleaded. "Use Petra."

"Feeding is over," I reminded her.

"Please Master," she begged, tears in her eyes. "Anything."

I brushed her hand away, and walked out of the cage door, locking it behind me. I faced the women. "The easy part is over. The rest of your husbands will arrive today. Remember your training. I hope for your sake, you can prove yourselves worthy. I don't think they're very happy with you."

They knew the rules, and I didn't hear a peep, until I was at the top of the stairs, and even then it was only a hint of a whisper. Of course, if I had so desired I could have listened in or watched from the viewing room in the study.

Half-an-hour later, Ellie was curled up in my lap. "I know I'm not allowed to interfere," she said carefully.

"Then why do I feel you're about to?"

She looked up at me. "Please, baby?"

I sighed. "Go ahead."

"You're too hard on her."

Meaning Petra of course. "You know what she did. She's cold-hearted, vicious, and cruel. She deserves what she gets."

"She's wasting away. She was the skinniest when she got here, now she's skin and bones. You're going to kill her."

"Would you rather take her place?" I asked harshly.

I know it scared her. Just like I knew I'd changed in the last several weeks. She was only coming up once, maybe twice a week, and weekends, while I remained there full-time still working on repairs and additions, and offsetting Xavier's cruel ways as much as I could, or was inclined. I was harder, and I made sure she knew it. 

"Do you want that?" she asked softly. "Do you ever wish it was me in there, learning my place, breaking me, like them?"

"I think about it," I admitted.

She trembled in my arms. "Would you at least feed her, if I did take her place? I'm afraid she won't survive what the others will probably put her through. I . . . I'll go along with whatever you want, but I never wanted to see anybody killed."

I took my time responding. "Contemplate what you're saying Ellie. Don't think they'll go easy on you. Neither the men or the women. I'm certain Xavier would love to get his hands on you."

"It wouldn't be permanent, would it?" she asked, her voice a whisper.

"No."

She forced the words out of her mouth. "I'll take her place. Please, Stu."

"You don't just want to see what a few more guys would be like, do you? I don't imagine it'll be fun."

"I want nobody but you. I'd hate it, but I can't stand by and watch her die."

I relented and gave her a hug. "And that's why you're up here with me. Any of them could have helped her today. If just one of them had asked for pity for her, I would have chosen her. Not one did. She's not making any friends down there."

I kissed her, thoroughly. "I'll take care of her now. Why don't you see about starting dinner? We're going to have seven hungry men here tonight, as well as you and Velma."

I left her, made a few preparations, then returned to the large basement and the holding cage. All noise stopped as soon as the door to the basement opened. There was no sound when I entered the cage, leash in one hand, the taser in the other. Petra sobbed quietly as I freed the cable from her collar, attaching the leash. Her cries grew louder as I walked her to the private 'training' rooms. She fell to the ground pleading, sobbing, begging as I turned toward the soundproofed one. I hit her with the taser, and dragged her shaking body behind the thick padded door, shutting it with a solid thud behind her.

"Please, Master," she cried. "Petra is good."

"Quiet slave girl. One more word, and I will break you, understood?"

She sniffed, nodding her head.

I tugged her by the leash, and led her to the bench. "Sit."

She did, pulling her dirty knees to her chest, trembling wildly.

I sat beside her. I opened my small pack, and pulled out a small container, then passed it to her. "Eat. Slowly."

Her eyes opened wide, and her hands shook as she pried the lid off. I could see her once immaculate fingernails were dirty and broken. A single pealed boiled egg was inside. She took a small bite, watching me carefully. I broke out a bottle. "Juice, sip it carefully."

She accepted it gratefully, taking a small sip. I placed two more containers beside her. She took another bite of the egg, closing her eyes, savoring it.

"You did a horrible thing, Petra. You're a vicious, cold-hearted bitch."

She nodded. 

"Ellie offered to take your place. She was afraid you wouldn't survive the return of the other men tonight."

Petra stopped eating, looking up. "Why would she do it?"

I opened up another container, this one containing fruit. "That's a good question you should ask yourself. Not why she would, but why you, or any of the other women in that cage wouldn't." I plucked out a grape and put it to her lips. She ate it eagerly.

"Slowly. I don't need you getting sick," I reminded her.

While she ate, she inched closer to me. "Touch me, Master? Nobody has touched me in months."

It was true almost true, she'd been denied the warm touch of flesh. We'd used devices on her, straps, canes, whips, dildos. She alone had been treated that way, because of what she had done, and the attitude that she'd shown when she'd arrived. It was also a warning to the others. Even in the pen, she was tied down away from the others, where she couldn't touch them.

I closed the containers, taking them from her. "This room is for punishment, slave Petra."

She nodded. "Thank you for your mercy. Do what you will, Master."

"I want to come between your lips, slave girl."

Petra climbed off the bench, opening my pants. I stood, and let her fully undress me, until we were both naked. I continued standing before her, as she took my cock in her mouth. Her arms and body pressed against my legs, writhing against me, as if she couldn't get enough contact.

It wasn't good, but I could see she was trying. "Is that the best you can do?"

"I . . . I've never done it before Master, train me, please?"

Poor Neil. No wonder he was so bitter. "Maybe later, for now do your best."

It took her a while, and I still had to give her a few pointers and warnings when she did things that were uncomfortable. Still she somehow managed to get me close to my finish.

"You will swallow, and thank me," I told her.

She didn't reply, continuing a short bobbing motion, using her hand to stroke my shaft, until I came in her mouth. After my turns with Annette, it wasn't that much. Petra was able to handle it, without making a fuss. I passed her the water bottle. "Small sips."

I sat back down, and patted my leg. Petra nervously sat her bony butt in my lap, and 

I adjusted her in place, until I was comfortable. I opened the containers, and slowly fed her, pieces of a bagel, fruit, and the rest of the egg. I gave her the apple juice and water to drink. She leaned against me, her hands still wandering, touching me, as if to reassure herself I was there.

I'm not sure if it was the isolation, the beatings, the starvation, the drugs, the insults and mental cruelty, or just the passing of time, but she was broken. As much as any of them. I felt a little pang of regret. There was something about the way she'd fought back, that I respected. She had no fight left.

"No word about what happens in here, understood? Do not mention I fed you, or you will not eat again. Ever. Am I clear?"

She nodded.

"I said, 'Am I clear?', slave Petra!"

"Yes, Master," she answered quickly.

"Good. Use your mouth, make me hard for you. It will be difficult. You are extremely unattractive, an incompetent cock sucker, and I have already come three times this afternoon."

She climbed off of my lap, and after a while, life slowly returned to my cock. "Ride it," I told her.

She straddled me, and slowly took my hard length inside of her. I was surprised to feel that she was wet. When she had taken all of it, I slapped her bony ass. "Up and down, let me feel it."

She rode me steadily, while I popped treats into her mouth. "You don't deserve this you know. Someday, if you're lucky, I may allow you to thank Ellie."

"Why are you helping me, Master?" she finally asked, clinging to me as I used my hands to lift her up and down on my cock.

"She's right. You're a cold-hearted, cruel, vindictive bitch, but even you don't deserve to die for it."

She wrapped her spindly arms around my neck. "Thank you, Sir."

"I need to fuck your ass now, slave girl."

She let go of my neck, and slowly climbed off my lap. "I've never done that either, Sir."

"I know." I pulled out the lube from the pack. "Hands and knees, girl."

"Yes, Sir," she answered, quickly positioning herself, trembling nervously.

I took my time, opening her gently, teasing one finger inside, lubing her thoroughly. After several minutes, she took two fingers easily and a third was introduced. "Let me know if it becomes too much, we'll go slowly."

"Thank you, Sir."

When I determined she was ready, I lubed up my cock, stroked it a few times back to full hardness, then pressed the head against her opening. "Push back, then relax. This is for your sake. I sure as shit wouldn't fuck you, if it were up to me."

She whimpered, as my cock pierced her tight opening. After a couple of minutes of slow progress, I had most of my length inside of her. 

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you for protecting me."

I smiled. She wasn't stupid. "Worship those men tonight. Perhaps you'll survive."

"Teach me, Sir? Teach me to suck them better?"

"Let me finish opening you up. When I'm done with you, while you're on your own, use your fingers to keep yourself ready. Keep that ass loose. Otherwise they'll likely tear you, understood?"

"Yes Sir."

We spent another hour, feeding her, getting her re-hydrated, teaching her to suck adequately, and taking her ass again. When I had done all I could, I held her in my lap, playing with her body.

"Don't shy from their touch. Don't give them any reason to punish you more than you've already earned."

"Thank you, Sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Don't make this effort a waste." 

She nodded.

"I need to beat you now. You need markings."

She cried out as I whipped her and caned her. She was suitably marked when I had finished with her. I put my things away, leashed her and took her back to her place. I attached the cable to her collar, then tased her briefly, and kicked her in the leg. "Useless," I growled.

I walked away, hoping I'd done enough.

*****

It was a very difficult three days for the new slaves. They were used hard, punished frequently, humiliated. Their new training showed, as they struggled to please their masters. Petra was used harshly, left unconscious twice, but she continued to survive. 

It was predictable that many of the men would take their ex-wives into the training rooms. They would return them to the public pen, usually sobbing, and well marked from their punishment. Then they would take turns fucking the other women, rarely their own. It was consistent. 

Ellie and Velma were not allowed downstairs, as much for their own safety as anything else. Neil was extremely harsh with Petra, and twice I used her in the training room, tending her wounds, feeding her, providing her pain-killers, and continuing to teach her how to satisfy a man better. I would make sure she was well lubed before I left her. After lunch on the second day, I was getting concerned. She didn't look well.

I held her head still, and applied lube liberally to the back of her ears. "Save this for when you need it. Don't let anyone see you lube yourself."

She nodded, listless.

I didn't use her then. I fed her a little, and made sure she had plenty to drink. I gave her some more ibuprofen, and held her on my lap for the better part of an hour, about as much as I figured I could get away with. I let her sleep against my chest, waking her only moments before I'd put her out in the pen, making her available.

When I shook her awake, she was slow to come to. When she realized where she was, she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I dreamt it was before. Before everything. Neil was holding me, and I was happy. Laying, awake in his arms, having made love to him, enjoying the feeling. I was an idiot, wasn't I, Master Stu?"

"That would be a generous way of putting it," I told her. I brushed her hair back, and checked the lube behind her ears. I applied a little more to her pussy and ass. She let me move her easily, and hugged me when I was done. 

"Thank you, Master. I know I don't deserve it. Please thank slave Ellie for me. Tell her she's a lucky woman."

"Perhaps I will. Can you put on a show for me, or do I need to make you cry?"

She was sobbing convincingly when I dragged her back out to the pen and anchored her in place. I looked around, and saw that Diana wasn't getting much attention. I changed that.

*****

It was early on the third day, and she was straddling my lap, riding my cock as I fed her. She had spent the night in the white box. Her body was a mass of bruises, and I was hoping that Neil had the worst of it out of his system. Ellie was right. The woman might have been a treacherous, black-hearted cunt, but she didn't deserve to die. Nobody did.

Well, except maybe that bitch Joanna.

Petra's eyes were dull, and she moved mechanically. "Eat, slave girl." I pressed another piece of dried apricot between her lips. Full of calories.

She opened her mouth, and chewed slowly. I saw reason return to her eyes, if only momentarily. 

"Is this all? Is this what I should expect for the rest of my life?" she asked solemnly.

"Perhaps. Do you deserve better?"

She remained quiet, moving up and down my cock slowly. She leaned forward and rested her forehead on my shoulder. "Kill me, Master? Please."

"No."

Her emaciated body was shaking. "I . . . I can't take it anymore. Please, Master. End it."

"No, slave. You don't get to decide anymore. You lost that right. You will survive. One more day, and you will take whatever they do to you, and thank them for it. Do you understand me?"

Her voice was a rough whisper. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry."

"Tomorrow most will leave. If Petra does well, Master will take care of her."

"One more day?" she whimpered.

"One more day. Soon there will be others here, and you will receive less of the cruel attention. You need to be strong for me. I'm getting used to this pussy. I'd hate to think I'd wasted my time training you." It was a lie. Dried up, unappreciative, unresponsive pussy wasn't my idea of a good time. All I wanted to do was give her a little hope.

She sat up straighter, looking me in the eye. I glared at her for her impertinence, and she dropped her glance. "Use me, Master. Allow me to pleasure you."

I barked a cruel laugh. "I get little pleasure from you. My wife is ten times the lover you are. Hell, any one of the sluts out there does a better job."

"I . . . I'll learn, Master. Please, train me, let me learn. I wish to pleasure you. Let me thank you."

She tried to kiss me, and I slapped her face away. "Don't even think about it!"

I put her on her back, and climbed between her legs. It was true, she was a lousy fuck. But she was getting better, at least for me. It was obvious she wanted to please me. I pumped her quivering body, and she reached for me, her hands running over my body. "Thank you, Master," she whispered. "Thank you."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending



I pulled out long before I could come for her. "On your knees, slut. Let's prepare that ass of yours, I imagine it will be busy today."

She turned over, and lifted her hips, presenting herself to me. I took my time, ignoring her tremors and whimpering, as I opened her up and lubed her thoroughly. Once I was convinced she was as ready as she was going to be, I eased my cock into her gently. "Painful?" I asked.

"Sore, Sir. Your touch is gentle, thank you."

I fucked her scrawny ass long enough to come inside of her, then had her clean me with her mouth. I fed and watered her, while I added more lube to her ass, doing what I could for her. When I was done, I held her in my lap. "You will survive, understand?" 

"Yes, Master," she answered firmly.

"If you do, I will take care of you."

"Thank you, Master."

I pressed my lips to hers softly, and saw her eyes mist up. "Survive for me, Petra." I pulled her into my arms, holding her, hugging her softly. Giving her the warmth of human touch. 

"I will Master. Slave Petra will make you proud."

I released her and stood, adjusting my clothing.

"Will you beat me now, Master?"

"No need. You have enough marks already. Nobody would notice a few more." I gave her a gentle slap across the cheek. "Consider yourself punished. Now cry for me. Nobody can know I have a soft spot for the lowliest slave in the house." She started an obviously fake crying. "If you have difficulty making it look real, just think of what's going to happen to you once I put you back in the pen. The men are rested and eager to show you their displeasure."

That was enough to bring real tears back to her eyes. I didn't even get to tie her back down to her ring, before Neil took her off my hands. I gave him a false grin. "How did you stay with this lousy cunt as long as you did? The worst fuck I ever had. Nearly wore my arm out trying to beat some sense into her."

He grinned. "I thought I loved her. Now I know better."

Standing in the midst of the four other women, they were clamoring for my attention. I was still considered the 'nice' guy. They knew they would most likely suffer worse at the hands of anyone else. Even Bob was surprisingly rough with them. I considered taking Annette, but since the others had arrived she'd been used well, and fed. Her need wasn't that desperate. Hell, none of them were. Let the guys have them. I went upstairs for a late breakfast.

Ellie sought me out, after I'd eaten. "You . . . you had Petra again?"

"I did what I could. I think she'll survive."

My wife nodded nervously. "That could have been me down there. Me and Velma."

I nodded. "Perhaps we shouldn't have made Bob go back to watch. He's extremely angry with Velma. Talking about putting her down there for a turn."

Ellie blanched. "You wouldn't let him, would you?"

"I wouldn't stop him. It's his wife, not mine."

She held onto me, trembling. "I'm scared, Stu. The way they look at me. Some of the things they say. They're so angry."

"Are you surprised? Everyone of them was betrayed in the worst way possible, by the one person they should have been able to trust with their lives. It's a difficult thing."

"What's going to happen now?"

"During lunch, you and Velma will wash them down and feed them. Make sure Velma does the bulk of the work, so she understands what could be in store for her. The rest of us are going to finalize plans for the next part of our revenge."

*****

The team hadn't been idle, while Xavier and I dealt with the slaves. Bob and Velma had kept up the pretenses, attending the shows. They were kept aware of when and where each new one would be. The surveillance had been stepped up, and we had more information, others who were involved, where the principals operated out of, and where they lived.

We were still missing a few key pieces of information, the most important of which was everything about their website. We wanted control of it, when everything went down. Butler had reached out to some acquaintances of his, and at the last show, had managed to break into their vehicles and bug them. The information had proved invaluable, as they discussed dropping off the latest recorded videos for editing and uploading. We finally had an address, and felt we were at last in a position to move forward.

The suggested approaches varied from a direct attack on the show itself, to raiding their office, or picking them up in their homes in the middle of the night. Dean spoke up at the end, with a simple well thought out solution. I liked his suggestion the most. Moments after he brought it up, Butler was on board. It only took a couple of minutes more before we where hammering out the details.

Like any good plan, it took a lot of preparation. Butler availed himself of his associates once more, and Neil put up the money needed to acquire some of the more 'difficult' items to obtain, none of them locally. 

Our meeting lasted a couple of hours before we were satisfied with the results, and we all went down to the basement to deal with our troublesome slave girls.

Ellie and Velma had cleaned them down well, and the slaves still had wet hair, but seemed resolved to their situation. Neil was standing beside me. I was surprised when he slowed me down for a talk, while the others chose their afternoon playmates.

"Why do you hate my ex so much?" he asked.

I was caught off-guard. "I don't know. I guess it's the way she treated you. If my wife had done that, I don't think she'd be alive now."

"Petra's scared to death of you. I've heard how you single her out for extra beatings, leaving her sobbing, broken down, well-marked."

"Do you want me to stop?"

He grinned. "Hell no. I hate the bitch, but don't have the heart to give her what she really deserves." He looked around. "I want to try some of the other wenches, but I don't want her to get off too easy. Can you do me a favor?"

"Probably," I said.

"Punish her for me. I'm going to try some of those other bitches. Xavier wants us to pull a train on his ex. I don't want Petra getting off scot-free this afternoon."

So Annette was going to get everybody? "You Ok with me getting a little harsh with her?"

"Not too much. I don't want her dead or nothing. Just make sure she doesn't get off that easy."

"No, I won't take it that far. But when I get done with her, she'll probably be pretty used up."

"That's fine. I really don't feel like fucking her anymore. You're absolutely right, she's the worst fucking lay in here."

I laughed. "Go hammer Annette. Make sure you tap that sweet ass. I'll deal with your evil cunt of an ex. And just think, in a few days, if everything works out, our stable will have some new little bitches to deal with."

"Thanks, Stu. I owe you one. Damn, you're one cold mother-fucker. I'm glad you're on our side."

I went to the pen, and freed Petra. Her eyes lit up, and I saw a sudden sneaky change. "No!" she shrieked, pulling away from me. "Please, Neil. I'm sorry. Not him. Don't make me," she screamed.

There was quiet around the pen. The women had learned not to cry out long ago. You could hear the abrupt intake of breath from all of them, as Petra broke the golden rule.

I kicked Petra onto her side, and gathered her hair in my fist. "You'll pay for that, you stupid bitch," I snarled.

I dragged her by the hair, her hands clutching my wrist, easing the pressure on her head, "No, please, not him. Not him," she cried.

Such a wicked little actress. "I'm taking the training room," I said loudly.

Neil's laughter followed me.

I closed the door behind us, and threw Petra to the side. She was smiling. I wiped the smile off her face with a lash of her leash. She was hunched over covering up, while I lashed away at her. When I stopped, she peeked past her fingers, tears running down her face. "Why?" she asked.

I reached down and pulled her up by her hair, then dragged her over to the bench. I left her on her knees beside it, as I pulled off my pants, and sat in front of her. "Suck, you sneaky little conniving bitch."

She gazed up at me fearfully, and took my soft cock in her mouth. "You scrape me with your damn teeth one more time, and I swear I'll grab a pair of pliers and pull them out of your mouth."

Petra was careful, doing her best, which still wasn't very good. I'd give her an 'A' for effort, and a 'C' for execution. "This is not some damn game. You think I'll be easy on you, after what you did? You're an evil, worthless cunt. I protected you because I didn't want your blood on my hands. It doesn't mean I like you, you stupid slut."

She looked pretty miserable, eyes and nose running, body trembling, her latest welts and bruises clear against her skin.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off my cock. "Don't use me. Don't take advantage of my kindness. You mean nothing to me," I said, glaring at her.

"Sorry, Master."

"I bet. You've been playing him. Telling him how horrible I was to you. I don't like sneaky slaves. I don't like you playing games with us. You don't think I can be harder on you than any of them?"

She didn't answer, eyes downcast. 

"You pissed me off, slave girl. I've half a mind to whip you raw, and give you back to him, telling your husband the truth."

She was smart enough not to speak back, holding her position, awaiting my decision.

"Prove to me you're not the worst fuck in this house. Prove to me you've learned something, and I haven't wasted my time on you. Prove to me you can provide even a modicum of pleasure, and I won't tie you down in the pen and whip you publicly to within an inch of your life. Do it, you ignorant little slut."

She tried. I'll give her that much. She used her mouth, her hands, her pussy, her ass. She got me off twice, desperately eager to please. The only words she spoke was the occasional abject apology.

I kept her for a couple of hours, at the end making her stand in the center of the room, stock still, hands raised above her head, while I used a flogger on her, reddening her tits, ass, and the back of her thighs nicely. She was a tough one. She didn't scream until the end. When she collapsed to the floor, her shaking legs unable to hold her any longer, I picked her up under one arm, and carried her back to the pen, dumping her in her place, sobbing and whimpering, my cum running down her thigh. I didn't even bother to tie her down again. 

Bob was availing himself of Nicole's pussy, while she was still chained to the floor. I walked over and stuck my cock in her mouth, and she sucked me eagerly. I looked over at Petra. "You might consider begging this one to teach you something. She knows how to suck a cock."

I reached down and pushed Nicole's hair to the side, watching her work diligently. "How you holding up, slave girl?"

She smiled for me, stroking my cock. "Better now, Master. Thank you for using slave Nicole." She glanced over her shoulder. "Thank you, Master Bob."

I tilted her head up, and fed her my cock again. "I can see why Xavier, chooses you so often."

Her eyes lit up, and she tried hard to prove she was worth choosing.

*****

Ellie and Velma were working in the kitchen preparing dinner. I walked up behind my wife, and gave her a hug. "Smells good."

She wiggled her butt, pressing back against me. "Won't be ready for another hour. How's things going down there?"

She said it calmly, but I was fairly certain she was worried.

"Not bad. Not that they aren't getting used hard, but it's not as bad as yesterday."

"Petra?" she asked.

"Playing stupid games, but she'll survive."

Ellie nodded. "Anything I can do for you?"

"I think I'm going to just take a break. I'm tired, and I don't like how I act with them. I understand the need, but I don't like it."

She turned around, and kissed me softly. "I know. This part's almost over, right? That's what you said."

"Soon."

"What next? How much longer are you going to stay here?"

I noticed that Velma was watching us carefully, hanging on every word. "We already had this discussion. You go back to work tomorrow. I'll be here one more week, then Dean is taking my place. Now that school's out, nobody will miss him. His kids are at camp. When we execute the next part, I'll be here for a couple of days, but that's it."

"I want to go home, Stu. Both of us. It's lonely without you."

"Soon, sweetie. I know this is tough on you. Believe it or not, I'm not enjoying it either. It's something we have to do. A stepping stone."

She didn't argue. We'd already had the discussion a few times. I hugged her. "Patience, baby. Just a little longer."

She turned back to the preparations, and I walked over to Velma. "You're awfully quiet."

"I . . . I didn't know it would be like that. What you guys are doing to them. It's scary," she said.

"Worried it might be you?" I asked, pulling her into my arms and gazing into her eyes. I know they watched the monitors from the study. I had warned them they shouldn't. 

She stared back, quiet, then slowly nodded.

"Bob said anything about that?" I asked.

She shook her head slowly. "Not yet. I . . . I get the feeling he might. The shows, when we go to them, he gets really upset afterward. He's mean."

"You understand why?"

She nodded quickly. "It's bad. What they do, what we did. I don't know what we were thinking. I could never do that now. I hope he understands that. I know I screwed up, but I'm trying to make it up to him." She leaned against me. "I don't like what he's doing down there."

"You had best not say a word about it. It's tough on him too, I assure you. Be nothing but caring and supportive of him tonight. As loving as you can be. That's what he'll need. Nobody likes to have their soul exposed like this. It's easy to get carried away with them, but afterwards it gnaws at your gut. He's going to be carrying a lot of guilt to bed with him tonight. Be there for him."

She gave me a squeeze, clinging to me tightly. "This part's almost over?"

"Yeah." I didn't tell her it would get worse before it got better.

The men started trickling upstairs shortly after. They were loud and boisterous, bragging about who they'd made scream, and what they'd done. I guessed not everyone felt as guilty as me. They retired to the living room, enjoying a beer or cocktail before dinner. 

We talked a little more about our plans for the ringleader, Joanne and her crowd, before the ladies called us in to dinner. The talk was a little more subdued, with half the crowd planning on leaving after we ate. Everyone was exhausted. It had been a long weekend. 

With our next couple of weeks itinerary complete, we said our goodbyes. Bob and Velma were staying the night, as was Xavier, of course. The other four were leaving, although Neil went downstairs for a last taste. Once he'd left, the rest of us sat in the living room.

"Ellie? You want to take Velma down and feed them? All of them. See what you can do to help them. I'm sure they're in rough shape."

She readily agreed. "Any limits? Can I give them medicine? Maybe some blankets?"

I looked over at Xavier who just shrugged. "Go head, whatever you think best," I said.

With the women gone, Xavier turned to me. "You have any heartburn with me taking Nicole off the leash tonight? I'm thinking of taking her upstairs."

"None at all. That's the next phase, after all. Rewards, to go with the punishment. You figure she's earned it?"

"Yeah. I'd say so. I'm gonna keep her collared and tethered in the room, but she's behaved."

"You remember the protocol?" I asked.

He nodded. "Hooded, silent. Take 'em outside and walk 'em around. Let 'em think the house is separate from where we keep them."

"Good." I turned to Bob. "What are you thinking?"

"That was pretty rough. I mean, the way some of them were treated. The way you . . . Petra . . ."

"She was the worst, you understand? What she did, and the way she resisted the training. We had to break her."

"I know. Still, it's hard to see."

"Yeah," was all I said, finishing my beer. "You and Velma cool?"

"I guess so. I seriously thought about seeing how she liked it, but I couldn't. Not to her. Not like that. Not after I saw how they left Petra and Annette."

Xavier sniffed his disdain. We'd had the talk. He still couldn't understand how Bob and I stayed with our women, after what they'd done. Sometimes I almost agreed with him. 

Before bed I went down to check on them. Made sure their collars were locked and secure, checked the lock on the pen, and the door downstairs. I stopped by each of them, talking with them briefly, checking their condition, letting them wheedle a little chocolate from me. They didn't know what our plans were, we didn't share that with them. As far as they knew, this was their new life, permanently. I passed out water bottles, and told them they'd done well. That I was proud of them.

Petra was the last. She was huddled on the blanked she'd been given, curled up. I knelt beside her. "You Ok, little slave?"

She nodded. "I survived, Master," she said.

I stroked her hair, then pushed the blanket aside to inspect her naked body. She was well used, and I imagine the beatings would leave her sore for a couple of days. "No more games, alright?"

"No games, Master. I promise."

I covered her up. "Tomorrow will be better," I told her.

She simply nodded, curling up under the covers.

*****

Ellie left with Bob and Velma the next day, leaving the car with me. I could see she was nervous. "It'll be fine," I reassured her. "I'll be home in a week, and this phase will be behind us."

"Don't fall for them," she said.

I laughed. "Not a chance in hell. No, you're the only woman for me, Ellie. This is an ugly job, but I started it and have to see it through. You need to trust me."

She gave me a tight hug, and a big kiss. "It's going to be lonely, at home by myself."

"We'll talk. Every night. One more week."

Xavier and I had a big task in front of us. It was time to elevate our new slaves into different tiers. That meant, among other things, building cells for them downstairs, so that the best behaved could have their own rooms. It was nothing fancy, simple rooms, eight feet deep, by six feet wide, running along one length of the oversized cellar. We had enough room for six of them, to start. 

We spent two days framing in the walls, and building in the bed/bench along one side. We kept it simple, using sheets of half-inch plywood for the side walls, leaving the basement stone bare in the back. Some solid prehung knotty pine doors finished the rooms. We cut windows out of the doors, about a foot square, and bought some cheap foam pad for the beds. It wasn't much but it was a hell of a lot better than being chained to the floor in the pen. Something for the girls to work toward.

The rooms had solid plank roofs, and were dark. The only light came through the little window in the door. We anchored a heavy eyebolt in the ceiling, to attach their leashes to. We discussed putting lights in the rooms, but decided to keep them as simple as possible. Over time we could add amenities.

We took frequent breaks to use the girls, but they knew better than to ask questions. We switched things up frequently, playing less games, giving them regular feedings, even giving them each a water bottle to use at their leisure. They were very appreciative. I cared for Petra, secretly of course.

Before the others had left, we'd had them rank all the girls in order from 1 to 5, as to how they were taking to the training. Xavier and I had collected the rankings, and added ours. I think he was surprised that his ex had come in number one, with Nicole only ranked number three. Petra was in last place, of course, but not by much, only three points below Dean's Diana. 

When we'd completed the rooms on the second day, we opened the pen and spoke to them. Xavier left me to handle it, as we'd discussed. I wanted to do something special, and he willingly went along. We had placed a large chair outside the pen, and I sat there, while he stood in the pen, his favorite whip in hand.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending



"I'm proud of all of you. Each and every one of you has demonstrated the ability to be obedient, and to be respectful. You will be rewarded."

I called them up one at a time, and Xavier would unlock their leash, letting them approach me individually. I had placed a padded kneeler at my feet. Nicole was first, since we'd had her longest, I explained. She knelt immediately, eyes lowered.

"Look up, Slave Nicole."

She raised her eyes. "You are hereby raised to a Tier 1 slave." I reached into the large box at my side. I pulled out a bag and a rolled pad. "This is your sleeping pad. It will only be rolled out after final lights out. You will roll it up before your morning feeding. You may sit on it during the day." I handed her the pad, and opened the bag. I handed her the cloth. "Clothing." I nodded toward the wall, and pulled the remote out of my pocket. "When the clothing light is on, you will wear this. You will be allowed to clean it once a week." It was nothing more than a simple, plain white men's V-neck T-shirt. I pressed the remote, and a plain yellow bulb went on. After a few seconds I turned it off. I didn't want any of them dressed yet.

I removed the blanket from the bag. "Comfort. Use it as you will. Sleep under it at night. Sit on it during the day. Wrap it around your shoulders if you're cold. If the clothing light isn't on, make sure it's not covering your body if a Master is in the room."

I could see tears in her eyes, as she clutched it to her chest. "Thank you, Master Stu. I'll try to prove myself worthy."

"I was expecting more of a thank you than that," I told her.

She moved forward, parting my robe, and took me in her mouth. I allowed her to demonstrate her thanks for a couple of minutes, then pushed her away. "You're welcome, Slave Nicole. I'm proud of your progress. Return to your place."

I walked three more slaves through the same process, elevating each to Slave I status. I accepted their thanks. Petra was the fourth. When she was done 'thanking' me, I stopped her. "You are now equal status with the others, Slave Petra. You will be used no harsher than they, unless you earn it. Now go to Xavier, he has a new place for you."

She was shaking, clutching her new belongings as she walked upright into the pen. She had been required to crawl to me, the only one who had to do that.

"Slave Annette," I called out, and she hurried forward, running past Petra, to take her place on the kneeler. I smiled. She alone ran to me. It was becoming clearer why she had ranked so well. I waited before talking, enjoying the interplay with Xavier and Petra, as he leashed her to Annette's old place.

"Well behaved slave girls who learn their place are rewarded. Bad ones are punished." I turned over the box, showing it was empty. I watched as Annette became anxious, worried. It was good for her. I didn't want her to get a swelled head.

"Slave Annette, it was decided that you've shown the most improvement. It was the decision of all the members. You will get to spend your nights in a private room. For now you are the top slut. Within one week, if your excellent behavior is maintained, you will be tested for Tier two status."

I watched her, seeing the surprise in her eyes. "M-m-may I thank you, sir?" I nodded and leaned back while she demonstrated her superior oral talents. I wasn't going to stop her. After a couple of minutes I spoke to all of our slaves, while she continued her ministrations.

"Tier two slaves are awarded their own rooms, and may even be brought upstairs if a Master wishes. There are other rewards that come with the title. I'd suggest you all do your best to earn a room."

I brushed Annette's hair back, and removed a hair band from my pocket, pulling her hair into a pony-tail and tying it back, while she continued to suck me. I felt her tears on my flesh. I spoke to her softly. "Don't cry, little one. You've earned this. I'm so proud of you."

That didn't help the tears, nor did it stop me from filling her mouth a couple of minutes later.

I stood, helped her to her feet, and led her to the first room. Xavier followed me over, standing in the doorway. She dropped to her knees as soon as she was in the room. "Sir, may this girl speak?"

I nodded indulgently.

She looked up at her ex-husband, who she'd betrayed. "Please, Master. Allow me to pleasure you in any way I can. I know I'm not worthy, but I beg you. I'm sorry."

Xavier sneered at her. "I hate you, you deceitful, traitorous bitch."

She lowered her eyes. "I know, Master. I deserve your hate. I can never make it right, but I would pay my penance if you would allow it."

He looked over at me, then nodded out the door. I walked out, and left him alone with

his ex. He closed the door behind me. 

I had left Petra alone for the last day and a half, not even using her. She got fed and watered but that was about it. I unhooked her leash. "Bucket duty."

She stood slowly, and retrieved the two buckets the women used as toilets, taking them to the small bathroom and emptying them in the toilet before cleaning them. While she toiled away, I let Janine suck me. "Show me why they voted you number two," I said.

"Thank you, Sir," she said, and started sucking. She had me hard pretty quickly, considering the circumstances, and then spun around offering me her pussy. "My mouth isn't why they voted me number two, Sir."

I couldn't help but chuckle, as I slipped her my cock. She moaned sweetly, as her tightness enveloped me. I was trying to ignore the sounds coming out of the small room, as Xavier cursed his ex while he used her. While I fucked Janine, I had to ask, "Why do you think this is what they voted you number two for?"

She peeked back at me over her shoulder. "Take me to a room, and let me pleasure you freely, Sir. I . . . I respond well. I think that's what they like."

When Petra had finished cleaning the buckets, and returned them to their places, I called her over. "From the bathroom, under the sink. Fill the bucket with warm water, and take the sponge. Wash these slaves. They stink. Once they are clean, you will wash yourself, clean the bucket, and report to me in the large training room."

"Yes, Sir."

I unleashed Janine, and took her to the room. "Alright, show me."

I left the door open, and positioned myself where I could see what was happening in the pen. It was a test on multiple levels, to see how Petra performed, and how the slaves treated each other. I will admit, Janine was a distraction. I understood now. She was a righteous fuck. She put everything into it, and was multi-orgasmic on top of it all. She would come easily, and often. It was interesting how ego-boosting it was, to have her fuck you like a wild woman, then cry out as she came, trembling, gasping, only to return to doing her best to get you off. 

She had managed to make me come once, and somehow had me hard again. I was fucking her from behind, when Petra appeared. She knelt beside us, silent. 

I pulled out of Janine. "Entertain each other. I'll be back shortly."

The inspection of the pen didn't take long. The remaining two women were clean, sitting quietly on their blankets. I approached them individually, looking them over, lifting their arms, checking between their legs. "Did she do a good job?" I asked Nicole. 

"Yes, Master. Thorough and gentle."

"Were you surprised you weren't number one, slave Nicole?" I asked.

She nodded. "Am I not good, Master? Well behaved, obedient, willing?"

"You are that. I believe it's your obvious preference for Master Xavier. Slaves here belong to no one. They belong to everyone. You'd do well to remember that." I gave her a smile. "It's Ok to have a preference in private. Even an understanding. Don't let it leave the room when you're back in public."

She wasn't stupid. She was quiet, thinking. "I understand, Master. Thank you for enlightening me. How may I please you?"

I stroked her body, caressing her tit. "You're doing fine. I rated you higher than third. It's the others you have to worry about. Work at it. I have no doubt you could be first girl if your heart was in it." She was the most attractive of the slaves, in my opinion. I could see why Xavier took to her. For the most part, she was docile and willing. I had rated her number two, scoring only Annette higher.

"Thank you, Master. I look forward to serving you to the best of my abilities, given the chance. Use me, Master, I promise I won't disappoint you."

"I'll consider it."

The conversation with Diana was briefer. She was the least responsive of the slaves, in almost all ways. Quiet, she would do what was asked, but it seemed her heart was never in it. "Clean?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"You were fourth, you know."

She sat quietly absorbing my words.

"You are willing enough I guess. You're the homeliest in here. Even scrawny Petra has you beat."

I thought I saw moistness in her eyes. She remained silent.

"You have a challenge before you. It will be difficult for you to earn your place here, as anything other than the lowliest slave in the house. It will be a tough life. How will you overcome that?"

She looked up at me. "May I speak freely, Master?"

"Go ahead."

"I can do more. I'm more than just a sex slave. I'm intelligent. I can cook. I can clean. I can be very loving and affectionate." I was kneeling beside her, and she approached slowly. She kissed my thigh, and stroked my cock. "I'm inexperienced, but I could learn." Her mouth dropped down to suck my cock. She gave me a few sucks, then lifted her head. "I have it harder here than the rest."

"You think we treat you differently?" I asked.

She shook her head, and I saw her eyes fill with tears. "My babies. Will I ever see my babies again? Please, Master, I would do anything just to see them. A picture, anything. Please," she was sobbing, clinging to my leg.

I felt like an ass, to be brutally honest. She was the only one with children. Indeed, she had lost the most. "I'll see what can be done. No promises. You'll have to earn it. A Tier five slave would have almost unlimited access to her children."

"Whatever you want, Master. I'll do it, be it. Give me a chance, and I'll show you."

I left her after that, and returned to the training room. Petra and Nicole were lying on their sides, legs entangled, in each other's arms. Nicole appeared to be holding Petra, while she cried. She looked up at me, and gave Petra a shake. "Master has returned," she said softly. "How may we please you, Master?"

Petra turned to look at me. "May I pleasure you, Sir?"

"Sit up," I said.

They separated quickly, sitting side by side. 

"I'm not hard."

They both leaned forward and worked together to suck me back to hardness, taking turns, sharing. They did it surprisingly well, and it wasn't long before they'd succeeded. 

"Excellent. Slave Janine, go clean up in the bathroom, then return to your place in the pen."

"Yes Master. Thank you." She left quickly.

I had Petra stand up, and inspected her for cleanliness. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Sore, Master. Sore all over."

"Suck."

She returned to sucking my cock.

"You were last, of course. I will be feeding you better. We need to put a little meat on your bones. I'll also give you some painkillers for the next couple of days. I expect you to be on your best behavior. It's going to be very difficult for you to earn your room. Do you think you can do that for me? Prove that you're not the worst in the house?"

"I can learn, Master. Train me, teach me. All I beg is a chance."

I sat down on the bench. "Pleasure me, slave girl."

She straddled me, and I let her work at it for a few minutes. "Take a break. Sit here quietly. I'll be back."

The sounds had stopped coming from Annette's new room, but the door was still closed. I went and checked on Janine. She looked clean, and her hair was wet. She was sitting on her blanket. I hooked her collar to the floor leash. "Feel better?"

"Yes, Master."

I offered her my cock, and she sucked it eagerly. "Keep up the good behavior, and you may even earn a bath."

She looked up at me, but kept sucking. I pulled away, and petted her hair. "Thank you, you can rest now." I reached into the pocket of my open robe, and pulled out the remote. I turned the Clothing light on, and watched as the girls put on their shirts.

Janine sat back, pulled her shirt on, and I returned to Petra.

I used her well, all three openings. She was extremely willing and made an effort to please me. Enough for me to encourage her. "You are getting better. That's good."

I was fucking her ass from behind, as I praised her. She gave her rump a little shake. "I want to be good for you, Master Stu. I will."

I almost believed her.

*****

The slave girls competed hard for our attention. Xavier and I spread it around, while doing more around the house. I was tired of cooking, so we sanitized the kitchen removing anything dangerous, leaving one pan, one pot, a single knife attached to the counter with a short cable, spatulas, spoons and such. We gave the slaves an opportunity to cook for us, while they were watched carefully. Diana was correct, she had other skills, and culinary was chief among them.

We made modifications to the upstairs bedrooms, installing anchors for their leashes. When we had to go out for something, we split up, one running the errand, while the other oversaw the house. I ran the bulk of the errands, Xavier didn't like to leave.

I spoke with Ellie each evening, from my bed. We talked, and I invited her to come to the house on Friday after work. Xavier was taking a different girl to his room each night. Nicole, then Janine. Annette was returned to the common pen each morning, but returned to her private room each night. I used her there, as did Xavier on Thursday. I was surprised when he took her upstairs with him Thursday night.

Xavier and I had a bit of a disagreement. I reminded him that only Tier II slaves were permitted upstairs with the masters. It was a reward, a gift. He argued that he was taking them upstairs in his role as a trainer, not a master. He'd made it clear to each of them, he insisted, that only he and I would take them upstairs until they achieved Tier II rank. The other Masters would not take Tier I slaves upstairs. He was splitting hairs, and I thought it might come back to bite us, but it wasn't worth fighting over. He and I still needed to work as a team, and we'd been doing fine so far.

The slaves were eager to please. The boxes were empty all week. The amount of sex was down, I didn't have the energy to do them all, every day. They would pout if they didn't get their share of attention. Too much pouting, and they got their attention, in the training room. Sex wasn't part of it. They learned to keep their whining to a minimum.

They were fed marginally better. On Friday, during the day, one-by-one, they were showered clean in the downstairs bathroom. Their hair was shampooed, and dried. Their bodies were shaved, and their pubic hair was trimmed and neatened. It took a lot of time, but they were looking much better when we were done, and were obviously happy. I fucked each one, not necessarily to the finish, but to show them I was happy with them.

We returned them to their places, looking content, smelling clean. I turned on the clothing light and let them get dressed. Most were sitting on their blankets. Annette was in the pen with the rest of them, watching as I sat in my chair. We had left it there, we liked the message.

All eyes were on me as I spoke. "Things are about to change again. I will be leaving Sunday night, and Master Dean will be taking over for a while." They didn't respond verbally, but I watched for their reaction. I saw nervousness.

"As you may know, your presence here is only part of the purpose of our foundation. I expect you all to continue to behave, and impress Dean for me. Remain obedient for Xavier, although I imagine I don't need to tell you that. I'll be back frequently, but it's time for more."

I leaned back, still watching carefully. "You all did terrible things. You know why you're here, although we don't speak of it. You were not alone in your perfidy. Far from it. You chose the path that led you here, but the opportunity would not have existed except for the fault of others. You know who I'm speaking about."

I stood, as Xavier walked about the pen, among our slaves. "You will have sisters soon. They will be dealt with, and not near as kindly or as gently as you were. Remember your places, and understand your responsibilities. None of you are initiates. You have proven yourselves. As Tier one slaves, you owe no allegiance to initiates. If you are unhappy with anyone you find among you soon, you are allowed to make your feeling toward them known. No permanent injuries, understood?"

I was pleasantly surprised as they replied "Yes, Master," in unison.

"Good. Master X and I are proud of you all. Continue to excel. Do not disappoint me, with Master Dean." 

We still had the rest of the weekend together, but I wanted them to have a chance to deal with the changes. Dean would be arriving the next day, and perhaps this way none of them would get off on the wrong foot. I'll admit it, I had some feeling for the little sluts. Perhaps it was good I was moving on.

I entered the pen and released Diana from her restraint. She stood quietly and followed me into one of the private rooms. I'm sure that had the others wondering. I closed the door behind us, sat on the bed, and gestured to my side. "Sit with me, Di."

Her surprised look was to be expected. I had never referred to her as anything but slave Diana, or something derogatory, indicative of my displeasure. She sat down nervously, her eyes down but watching me. I picked up the tablet I'd place in there earlier, turned it on, and showed her.

She gasped, grabbing it from my hands, then almost dropped it, looking up at me in fear. "It's Ok. I understand. That's why we're doing this in private. You've earned this much."

She looked at the pictures of her children, tears in her eyes. I moved closer, my arm around her waist. "Every week, as long as you're behaved, you'll get new ones."

I passed her a handkerchief. I'd come prepared. "Honestly, I don't understand how anybody could do what you did to the father of their children. He's the only one who won't tell his story, only saying it's bad. After hearing the others, if he thinks his is bad, it worries me."

She looked up at me, her face blotchy, eyes teary. She wiped again. "I never meant to. I swear. I love him, Master Stu. I love that man so much, even now, after he's locked me up and taken my children away. I understand why, but it hurts so bad."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You would detest me. I was worse than the others, and I've earned his hatred. I betrayed him three times over, and I'll carry the regret to my grave."

"He doesn't hate you. Unless I'm mistaken, he still loves you. But his pain is too much to let go."

She leaned against me, while I put my arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. I knew that things would likely be difficult for her after that weekend. It was very difficult to convince Dean to allow me to show her the pictures. He insisted he wanted to have nothing to do with it. That's why the next part surprised me so much.

I reached for the tablet, and she reluctantly released it from her her trembling hands. "Thank you—"

"Shhh. We're not done yet." I passed it back to her, and tapped the front glass. The image of two beautiful young children appeared side-by-side.

"Hi Mommy!" they called out, and I felt her tense up. "We hope you feel better soon. We're keeping your secret, but we miss you so much."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending



Payback Inc.: First Justice - part 3 of my ending to edrider73's Yo-yo Chronicles Ch.02

http://www.literotica.com/s/yo-yo-chronicles-ch-02

First of all, my apologies. I thought this chapter had been submitted, and when I took a necessary break from writing (due to RL circumstances), I didn't check. I had an error in submission, and it was never posted. Now I'm the idiot that didn't finish the Damn story. I feel like crap about that, and will do my damnedest to make sure that does not happen again.

Also, as with the previous chapters, this would probably best be categorized as Nonconsent. The original author submission was LW, although he changed that. My earlier chapters were LW, and I am loathe to change categories for individual chapters, so this will remain in LW.

The foundation is established, and five wives are paying the price. Two more are equally penitent, but not locked in a basement.

All the groundwork is in place, it's time for justice to be had. Justice and more. Lots more.

There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps. 

For Information on how I choose which stories to continue, please read my profile.

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I'll admit it. I was nervous. Extremely nervous. I was sitting in the rearguard vehicle, watching from a distance. Butler and Carter were at the server location, waiting for our signal. Xavier was alone at the clubhouse, keeping down the fort. Dean was seated beside me, with Ellie in the backseat. 

It was the first time we'd involved the wives in our adventures, but we wanted as many hands on deck as possible.

Bob was in the lead vehicle, with Neil and Velma. They, too, were waiting for a signal. We were 90% certain the convoy would exit the property in their direction. I wish that percentage was higher.

The real work had already been completed. Butler's acquaintances had performed the necessary modifications to the vehicles the night before. It had been expensive, but should be worth it. We were counting on their ability to do what they said they could.

We'd been waiting for over an hour, and had ceased talking shortly after the selected warehouse parking lot had started to fill. Now there were only a few remaining vehicles out front. We were stationed two buildings away, using binoculars, where we could observe both the front and rear of the building. It was a fortunate location. I had thought we'd need to set out a separate observer.

"One vehicle remaining," Ellie confirmed, speaking into the walkie-talkie. We didn't want to use cell-phones. Dean thought Neil was a little paranoid, but I agreed. If there ever was a time for a bit of paranoia, now was it. It was Ellie's job to watch the front of the building. Dean had his binoculars out, watching the back exit.

"One unhappy man being escorted out of the building. Two bouncers. I don't see his wife," Ellie said, binoculars unwavering. "Crap, Stu! What if his wife doesn't come out? What are we... Wait! There she is. She's getting in the driver seat. Thank God." 

"Activity at the back door. People exiting. Three so far," Dean said. He repeated his observation into his walkie-talkie.

We held our collective breath, and continued watching. "Last car has left the parking lot," Ellie said. 

Good. That should be the last of the potential witnesses, unless some accidental ones happened by. The last thing we needed was some security guard, or roving police car to get involved. It wouldn't be the end of the world. Up until the last moment we could always postpone it for the next show. I hoped we wouldn't have to, this setup was nearly ideal.

Just beyond the exit gate was a long alley, with two large buildings bracketing it. The only camera in the area was targeted at the gate, and there were none on the alley. Beyond the alley was a small parking lot for the building on the left, and the driveway out to the street. It was narrow and one way. No more than one vehicle could get by. We couldn't have asked for a better setup. 

"Nine so far," Dean said. "You sure they all leave together?"

"Every time. They leave, enter the vehicles, and only after everyone's out of the building and it's locked up, do they drive away," I said.

"Twelve, now. Shit there's a lot of them."

"Always fourteen to sixteen, until now. This could be it," I said.

"Fifteen... this guy's locking up. I think that's all."

"Total count?"

"Four men, eleven women."

Dean spoke into this walkie-talkie. "Fifteen, three vehicles, four men, eleven women. Should be moving any moment, lights are on." Moments later the first vehicle pulled out. "It's a go. They're on the move. Go! Go!" Obviously Dean was getting excited.

I pulled into the back roadway, speeding up a little. My headlights were off and parking lights taped over. We were still about thirty yards back when they started to enter the alley. 

A large panel truck with no markings pulled out of the small parking lot, turning to enter the main road, just ahead of the three vehicle convoy.

"They're there!" Dean shouted.

"I see 'em," I said, speeding up again. 

"Do it! Do it already! Don't let them get away!"

I never thought Dean would get that excited. "Hit it, Ellie."

Ellie lifted the remote control. She pressed the first button. The vehicles were coming to a stop, lined up behind the panel truck but from our vantage point, nothing was happening. 

"All of 'em," I said.

She pressed buttons two and three. The taillights of the vehicle went out. We pulled right up behind the bumper of the last vehicle, bracketing them in. Of course if everything went according to plan, they wouldn't be making a run for it.

The first button disabled their interior door handles, apparently a simple enough task, according to Butler's resources. The second button blew out their fuses. Without the fuses, they lost their lights and all electronics. 

The third button did the big deed. It set off the aerosol fentanyl in the vehicle's air conditioning system, blowing the extremely potent and fast acting sleeping gas into the cabin. From what I was told, it was similar to the gas that was used in the Moscow theater hostage crisis in 2002. Butler assured me that it was safer; in the last 12 years they'd improved both the release and secondary elements. I hoped so, the original one left 130 hostages dead. It did manage to disable the 40 to 50 terrorists, long enough for the Russian forces to kill them.

In this case, supposedly we had to wait a mere 60 seconds to have them at our complete mercy. Dean and I were already out of the vehicle, and I saw Neil and Bob exiting the truck's cab.

I heard a loud noise and then I dropped to the ground as I saw a gun-wielding hand exit the passenger window of the middle vehicle. The bastard had shot out the window! Fuck!! What is it they say about best laid plans...

"Gun!" I cried out, moving behind the rear bumper of the car in front of me, watching the side of the vehicle. 

This wasn't good, certainly not part of the plan. I had a holstered Taser, but didn't think it would win in a gun fight. I couldn't see what was happening around me. My view was blocked by the vehicle, and I didn't want to tear my eyes off the hand sticking out the window. 

I drew the Taser, praying I wouldn't miss, and that it would work. It was the real thing, not a cheap knockoff. The X26C, a thousand dollar device, it was the type with wired darts that could be used from 15 feet away. I'd run through a few hundred dollars of training cartridges to be prepared, hoping I'd never have to use it. 

The arm was still moving, one shoulder appeared, and I could see the back of a head. Hoping I wouldn't piss my pants, or fall down like an idiot, I crawled out from behind the bumper as stealthily as I could. I made it as far as the rear wheel well, when the fear all but paralyzed me. I raised the Taser gun, my hand shaking like mad, and shot the shoulder from maybe eight feet away. I saw a shudder, and the gun dropped from the hand. Somehow Neil was able to reach the gun even before I could. Looking up I saw the shoulder belonged to Bobo, one of my rapists. I didn't feel so bad about hitting him with the Taser. He was unconscious.

There was no movement inside the other vehicles. 

We moved rapidly. It was a lot of work, especially moving the two bouncers and the two rapists. They were heavy. It took less than ten minutes from start to finish. The doors opened easily from the outside, only the interior handle was disabled. We put on our filtered masks, and pulled the bodies from the vehicles. One at a time we loaded them into the back of the panel truck. Once we'd finished, we loaded the escape vehicles. Velma drove the truck, and Ellie drove the car we'd been using. Dean got in the back of the truck with our victims, preparing them for our journey. He was already cuffing them by the time I closed the back of the truck.

The panel truck drove away, and would contact Butler and Carter, letting them know they could hit the servers. Bob, Neil and I had yet another job to do. We had opened the doors and windows of the three vehicles, and while they were airing out, we started the required repairs. It only took a couple of minutes to replace all the fuses. While Neil and I were doing that, Bob was swapping out the plates on the vehicles. They wouldn't hold up to a close inspection, so we had better not get stopped in the next couple of hours.

The fentanyl delivery canisters were closed, sealed and placed in the trunk of the lead vehicle. Keeping my fingers crossed, I turned the ignition key in the lead vehicle. It started immediately. The other two vehicles had no issues. We had to wait for Bob to run back and remove the tape covering all the cameras which faced the back of the buildings. I was happy enough to wait, my fear of getting caught outweighed by the thought of driving while there was any sleeping gas remaining in the vehicles. Bob came running back, and removed the tape covering the lens of the camera at the gate. We were done.

I leaned into our original vehicle, and gave my wife a kiss. "We're off. Keep safe."

She grabbed me and kissed me hard. "Be careful. I love you."

I checked my watch. Twenty-three minutes total. Three more than we had counted on. The only evidence that remained was any tiny shards of glass we couldn't pick up from the shattered window, and somewhere out there was a bullet we hadn't been able to find.

It was a nervous ride out to our clubhouse. We split up at the street exit, and took different paths out of the city. Two hours and nine minutes later I was pulling through the main entrance, my head still half out the window, wary of any remaining sleeping gas. I drove straight to the warehouse, where one of the bays opened for me. I pulled in beside the car Ellie had driven, and finally breathed comfortably.

Xavier was with Dean in the back of the truck. Fifteen bodies were lined up in the bed, several laying on top of each other. They were all handcuffed and hooded. Apparently gagged as well, because they were making sounds, they just weren't intelligible. The feet of each victim were tethered together, with about two feet of play. While I observed the interior, I heard a bay open, and saw the last of the kidnapping vehicles enter. That made me feel good.

"Any word from Butler and Carter?" I asked.

Xavier nodded. "All's good. They have access and are in the process of removing all the drives, as well as examining the computers for useful information. At last contact they figured they were just about done. Apparently Carter's insisting on taking one of the computers with them. They had some difficulty opening a locked file cabinet. Other than that, all is going as planned."

"We ready to start moving them?" I heard Dean ask.

He got an affirmative from me, as well as Xavier. Neil walked up, grinning like a kid. "Well, what are we waiting for? I got me some payback to get started."

I think he was speaking for all of us.

~ * ~ * ~

I looked around the basement. Our five slave-wives were locked in the single cells, temporarily. We wanted to keep them isolated, but they hadn't earned them yet. There were nine naked, angry women chained to individual floor rings, all still handcuffed, and now collared. I'll confess that five of the nine would have looked much better clothed, but that wasn't part of the plan. Their gags didn't stop them from making noise but it was at least a little quieter than it would have been otherwise.

I knew they were probably feeling pretty sick. The side effects of the sleeping gas weren't nice. I didn't feel sorry for a single one of them. A more despicable bunch of people probably did not exist on the face of the earth.

Joanna was in the black box, where she'd stay for a while. Jilly was in the white box, but I was quite certain she'd be let out frequently. During her stage performances she had promised an awful lot, and never delivered. She'd be keeping those promises now. I know she owed me her ass. We had already agreed to a drawing to see who would get to use her first.

The four men were still in the warehouse. They were naked except for their hoods. Well, not quite naked, they were also wearing what had to be close to two-hundred pounds of chains each. They wore steel wrist and ankle manacles, which were padlocked shut. Xavier said he planned on welding them shut when he had time. The poles they were chained to weren't going anywhere, so neither were they. We'd deal with them later. We had nothing but time.

~ * ~ * ~

It was a very busy weekend. After capturing our torturers on Saturday, we spent most of Sunday working. I was lucky, part of the basement crew. I got to work on building the stage that was going to be a large part of our payback. Three of our members had skills unique to our group, which determined what their jobs were going to be. The rest of us drew lots. Xavier had spent a few years working as a mechanic in a garage, so he, Dean and Bob had vehicle duty, to make sure that none of the vehicles could ever be tracked back to us. Velma and Ellie were tasked with watching the news to see if anything about Joanna and her crew came up. Butler had a butt-load of video experience, so he was tasked with working on our new stage. Neil had paid Bob a grand to get basement duty with me and Butler. Bob had been a little reluctant but Velma had convinced him it would be in his best interest to take the money. 

Personally, I thought Velma was getting pushy. If I were Bob, I'd probably have chained her in the basement with the new girls, as a reminder. A thousand bucks wasn't worth sweating in the hot barn on the vehicles, versus working in the basement, with the slaves. But that's just me. I told Ellie my thoughts on the matter.

"Really?" she said, showing her surprise. "If I said you should take the money, you'd lock me up?"

"If I asked your opinion, I'd listen. If you nagged me about it, you'd be naked chained to a ring, demoted to Tier four."

"Demoted? I'm not really a slave, Stu! I agreed to do this, because it was what you needed, and I could help."

I grabbed her collar and gave it a yank. "When you enter the compound, things change, Ellie. There are no free women in this building, on this property. You understand that, don't you?"

"But you never—"

"You're a Tier five. That yields certain benefits, like freedom up here, and exclusive access. That could change." I gave her collar a shake. "Don't jeopardize them, like Velma's doing."

"But at home—"

"At home you're my wife. We're not home, are we?"

She shook her head. "You don't treat me like a slave. You ask, you don't tell. You don't abuse me, you don't make me call you master or sir, unless we're downstairs."

I pulled her close. "I love you. I make allowances. How do you refer to the other men?"

"M-m-m-master," she mumbled.

"Only downstairs?" 

She shook her head. "No."

"Even Bob?"

She nodded. 

"Do you see? You behave properly for everyone but me. You're respectful, and obedient. You don't talk back. I allow you a little freedom because you're my wife. Don't abuse it, Ellie. Love only goes so far. Velma may learn that."

I did notice that after our discussion, Velma was behaving much better. Slaves talk.

~ * ~ * ~

Carter, of course, was saddled with the computer work. Unfortunately for him, we didn't want it to possibly be tracked back to the us. Neil had him set up in a decrepit building at the edge of town, still over an hour away. We all felt so bad about it we finally agreed to let him have Jilly first. That seemed to make him happy, and we all sat around, watching and cheering him on, as he used her thoroughly. Even our slave wives were out of their cells, helping relieve the audience sexual tension. I was balls deep in Ellie, who was sitting on my lap, as Jilly got hers for the first of many, many times. Ellie was collared of course, in her slave silks. I reminded her if she didn't do a good job, I might make her openly available, and help myself to one of the others.

The only ones who didn't get to see Jilly's debasement were Joanna, still in the black box, and the four bastards out in the warehouse.

"What are you going to do with her, when you get your chance?" Ellie asked. "Go round the world?"

"Nah. She promised me her ass on stage, even though she claimed she didn't like anything up there. We're going to see about that. I'm going to wear that bitches ass out!"

Ellie giggled, and gave me a little squeeze down below. "You happier now?"

"Unbelievably so. Thank you for putting up with me for the last few months. I know I've been asking a lot."

"I put you through a lot. I'm happy we're able to work past that."

It looked like I wasn't the only one planning on using Jilly's ass. Carter had just pulled out of the cock-tease's pussy, and rammed his cock home. Jilly's crying and shrieking made me think she probably didn't like it. I was confident she'd like it even less when it was my turn. I had more to stick up there than anyone but Butler, and he still didn't have any more than me.

Jilly was doing a considerable amount of begging and pleading. She was the only captive that had been ungagged so far. That was in case Carter wanted to use her mouth. Personally, I wasn't sticking anything in the mouth of somebody who wasn't resigned to accept it. She'd stay gagged for me.

After he had come in her for the second time, I was surprised when he dragged her over in front of one of the women chained to the floor. She was a big homely thing. Carter lifted her head by the hair, and tore the duct tape off her mouth, then pulled the ball gag out. "Clean her up while I get a second wind."

The woman started crying. "You have to let me go. I have a family, I didn't do anything—"

"Fuck you. I remember damn well who it was who tied that damn string to my balls, you lousy cunt. You want to see the scars? Not another word or I'll beat you to within an inch of your life, and maybe beyond. Now clean that filthy slut up, and do a good job."

"How?"

Carter slapped her across the face hard enough to make me grimace. "Why the fuck do you think I ungagged you?" He stomped across the floor, and took one of our most vicious whips off the wall. An eight foot bull-whip, which we mostly used for show, and never had wielded full-strength against any of the wives. By the time he got back, the ugly bitch had her tongue where it belonged.

He hit her anyway, making both the women scream. He didn't do it as hard as he could, but it left a bloody trail on her back. I think it was only then that I realized that it was going to get ugly before this was all over. I started to wonder if Joanna would even make it out alive. Not that she deserved to.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending



The cow was doing her best on Jilly, I was pretty sure of that. Carter walked over to his ex-wife, who was busy taking care of Neil. "Get me up for her, Jan," he said.

Janine apologized to Neil, then dropped to her knees, and started sucking her angry ex. I had never heard Carter call her Jan before, and he rarely used her. I could see he was severely worked up emotionally. "Gimme a second, baby, alright?" I whispered to Ellie.

She climbed off my lap, and kissed my cheek. I went over to Annette who I knew was Carter's favorite. At the moment she was seated next to Butler, who had Diana's mouth around his cock.

"Annette, I need you to go to him. See if he'll let you help. Try to calm him a bit, Ok?"

She looked at me in surprise. I never requested, I told. I wanted her to realize how important this was. "Of course, Master Stu. I'll do what I can."

She was good. She sidled up behind him whispering in his ear. Her hands were caressing his body gently. After a few seconds he nodded, and I saw her kiss him lightly. That was a no-no, at least in public, but this wasn't a normal occasion. She dropped to her knees beside Janine, whispered in her ear, and then she was helping with the blowjob. Janine hadn't been able to get him hard up to that point, but together they did a better job. Janine stood and hugged her ex. She was talking, but her voice was too low for me to hear much more than 'sorry'. Then she was back to helping Annette. 

Carter looked over his shoulder, where Jilly and her cleaner were still going at it. "Both holes, and do a good job, or I swear I'll skin you alive."

Ellie was sitting next to me, her hand stroking my limp dick. "You don't like this do you?" she whispered in my ear.

"I like what your hand is doing. I just don't want to see things get out of control."

"It looks like Annette has him calmed a little. That was a good call." Then she lowered her mouth over my cock, and it wasn't long before she was riding me again. She was careful not to block my view. I ran my hands over the diaphanous silks covering her. It always gave me a little kick to see her, the only slave girl even partially clothed. Bob had Velma stripping naked when she was in the 'dungeon' as he liked to call it. 

For me, there was something exciting about that little bit of cover, her nearly transparent material hanging loose, almost covering her, yielding glimpses of her soft skin, hiding her actions while she was riding me. Yeah, I'd let her keep the silks.

Carter seemed to be enjoying the dual blowjob. He was calmer, almost playful, moving his cock from mouth to mouth. I watched him pull back. "Kiss her."

I don't know which one he was speaking to, but Janine acted like it was meant for her. She turned to face Annette, and laid one on her. No little peck either. She did a great job, then pulled away, and guided her ex-husband's cock back into Annette's mouth. "Do her, Master. Don't let that evil slut have all the fun."

Carter stared down at his ex, while Annette sucked away. He nodded, with a smirking grin. Janine laughed, and tugged Annette away. "He needs that sweet little pussy of yours 'Net." Annette turned around, leaned over and grabbed her ankles. Janine took hold of Carter's cock and guided it home. Then she stood beside Annette, holding the slave's hips to keep her steady, while her one-time husband fucked away.

Janine seemed to be enjoying it. "You like that, don't you Master baby? Like that tight little slave cunt. God, you look good filling her up. Do it, Chris. Make her yours before you go over there and destroy that teasing bitch!"

Carter smiled. "Let's do it," he said. He pulled out of Annette, and took his ex by the hand. "Let's make the bitch pay."

Janine clung to his arm for the few feet it took to get to them. He pulled the cunt-licker up by the hair. "Slave Annette," he called out over his shoulder. "Shut this one up."

Janine grabbed Jilly by the hair, and dragged the crying woman back to the middle of the open space. Jilly was lying on her back, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry," she moaned. "It was just a job—"

Janine shut her up by sitting on her face. "Gimme her legs, Master Chris. She hates it in the ass."

Carter lifted Jilly's ankles and passed them to his wife, who pulled them back far, lifting the girl's butt up off the ground. Carter was smiling as he pressed his cock back inside Jilly's abused ass. "She's got a loose cunt anyway. All our women are better than this piece of shit," he growled, thrusting hard.

Janine blushed as if it were a personal compliment. "I'm proud it's you that gets to teach her the first lesson. Make it a good one, Master baby. Tear her up." She reached down and grabbed Jilly's substantial tits, tugging hard on her nipples. From where I was sitting, I could hear the actress bitch scream into Janine's cunt.

Annette was watching from a few feet away, perched on the cow's face. I guess that was one way of shutting her up. I thought she was going to replace the gag. 

"Destroy that bitch, Chri... Master Carter," she called out.

Carter was going to town, hammering that ass hard and fast. He never slowed down for a minute, until he was sweating and breathing hard. "Fill her up, Chris Master," Janine said. "First rights. You earned it. You're the best, baby. Now fill that ass up."

He was grunting, swearing under his breath. I saw him lunge into Jilly, making her squeal, and he slammed his cock home a few more times, before sitting back on his haunches, panting from his effort.

Janine got up from Jilly's face, and went to her man. "You want to go again, baby? 'Net and I can get you up."

He shook his head tiredly. "Let someone else have her," he said. He looked emotionally exhausted, on the verge of tears. Janine hugged his head to her chest. "C'mon, let us take care of you, while someone else has a little fun. You did great, Sir."

Janine helped him to his feet, her arm around his waist. His legs looked shaky. Annette gagged the bitch she'd been riding, and ran after the couple, stepping up on Carter's other side. I watched them taking him into Janine's room, and they didn't return. 

Bob had her next, and then Neil. Neither seemed to hold the animosity that Carter had displayed, but they took their turns on her. It was odd. They seemed to work together, taking turns using her individually, and then together. They were almost done with her when Annette reappeared from Janine's room. She walked over to me, and knelt quietly at my side. Such a good girl.

"Thank you, Slave Annette. Speak." I gave Ellie a pat on her butt, and she climbed off of me, and sat patiently.

"He's still upset. Janine is taking care of him. She knows him best. He really hates that slave Jilly, Master Stu. I'm not sure why, but you were right. He had a lot of anger."

I reached over and stroked her hair. "You did good. I'll remember this." 

Her eyes sparkled. She gave me a smile, and looked down at my cock, still hard and shining from my wife's juices. "May I, Master Stu?"

"Yes."

She moved between my legs, and hesitated. She looked up at Ellie. "You don't mind?" she asked.

Ellie reached over and pushed the girl down on my cock. "I only mind if you don't do a good job. Serve your Master, slave girl."

That was a bit of a surprise for me. I kissed my wife, while Annette worked her magic. Ellie pulled away after a bit and leaned over my lap. "Don't finish him. We're saving it for that teasing bitch. He's up next."

Annette looked up and nodded, her mouth full. She eased back and gave me a slow easy suck, mouth only, just a few inches back and forth at a nice even pace. She was good; she had me staying hard, without getting too worked up.

Neil and Bob were DPing Jilly, and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Velma was sitting alone, and looked a little anxious. I turned to my wife. "Check on Velma, would you? She doesn't look too happy."

Ellie gave me a quick kiss, and whispered some instructions to Annette. Then she went over to Velma and engaged her.

Annette, eased off my cock. "More sucking, Master? Or can I offer you anything else? Senior Slave Ellie suggested you like to change it up."

Senior Slave? I hadn't heard that term used before. "I wouldn't mind a little ride. Giddyup, pretty girl."

She grinned and straddled me. She leaned forward, her lips caressing my neck. "I don't forget, Master Stu. The beginning, when you helped me. If you didn't have Ellie, I'd be yours, Master. I never thanked you," she whispered, riding me slow and easy.

I brushed her wild red hair back, and held her. "How's things with X? Any progress?"

She giggled, grinding down on me. "Yes. Thank you for caring, Master Stu. I'm sad you're leaving. We all are."

I chuckled swatting her bottom. "Yes? That's all? Some details, slave girl."

"He doesn't hate me as much. He doesn't hurt me when he uses me anymore. He even held me when we slept together. I think he may forgive me someday. I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself. You know I didn't do it on purpose, right Master? I was drunk and high, and wasn't thinking. I screwed up a good thing. I wish I could take it back. You have no idea how many times I've wished that." She hugged me tightly, her movements slowing. "Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" she sobbed, and I could feel her body shaking as her tears dripped down my neck.

"Hush, beautiful. I think he will. Compared to the others, yours was one of the least betrayals, with no planning, just a spur of the moment bad decision. I think the fact that you ran, and sicced your brothers on him hurt as much as anything."

"I didn't, Master Stu! I tried to stop them. I told them it was my fault. The brutes never listen to me. I didn't want him hurt. He was my husband, I love him."

I gave her a squeeze, watching the guys on Jilly switch places. "Make sure he knows that. Be patient. You've made good progress."

"Do you think I'll ever be a five, Master Stu?" she asked, her hips back to teasing me with little grinds and swirls.

"I do. Maybe our first."

"Other than Senior Slave Ellie," she said.

"She went through a different process. Hers was easier in many ways. You're doing well. Now enough talking, I need some sucking, pretty slave."

She stole a quick kiss from the side of my mouth, and blushed. She dropped to her knees, and kept me ready for my turn.

It wasn't long after that, before Bob and Neil gave each other high-fives over Jilly's sobbing body. I was up.

"Slave Petra!" I called out.

I wasn't sure where she'd been. I didn't even look for her. I knew she would respond. She came running up to me a few seconds later, dropping to her knees. "Did I take you away from anything?"

"Master Dean said I could go," she answered.

"Good. Take Jilly and clean her up. Don't be gentle. I want her back here in five minutes."

"Yes Master Stud," she said, smiling at me.

"Behave, rotten thing," I said.

She nodded, then had her fist in Jilly's hair, dragging her to her feet, and walking her away. I saw some confusion around us, as Ellie returned to my side. I pushed Annette off my cock, and she backed up, waiting patiently on her knees. "Halftime. I'm number four of seven. See if anyone needs drinks or anything." Annette nodded. "Can you help her, Ellie? Make sure everything's good?"

She nodded. "Of course. You want anything, Sir?"

"I'm fine, thanks." I got up and walked down the line of our new tenants. I saw one that looked like she might be decent. I seemed to recall her as being one of the camera women. "You. Suck me."

If she balked, I wouldn't make her. She'd get a beating, but I still wasn't going to stick my cock in an unfriendly mouth.

She moved closer on her knees. "I... I'm not good... sir," she said nervously.

"Try," I said.

She tried. It was lousy, but it was a new mouth, and she wasn't bad looking. All I wanted to do was stay hard, until Jilly was prepared for me. "What's your name, slave girl?"

She looked up at me, slowly backing off my cock. "Tina, sir."

"You handled a camera, didn't you?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Did you get off, seeing men tortured on stage?" I asked. I wasn't even sure why I cared. There was something about this one, she seemed different. Resigned and sad, more than angry.

"No sir. I tried not to think about it. The pay was excellent."

"Suck," I said.

She did, and I thought about her words. "Why do I think that all of the women would argue the same thing? You're just trying to minimize your role, aren't you?"

She stopped sucking, and began stroking my cock with her hand. "No, sir. For Jilly, Lillian and me, it was a job. The rest seemed to derive a lot of enjoyment out of it."

For some reason, I believed her. "Jilly?"

She nodded, sucking my cock briefly. "She hated it. But the pay was too good. She made four hundred dollars for an hour's work once a week. Please don't hurt her too bad, sir."

"Suck."

She did.

"You understand, slave Tina, she's the symbol to us. The shiny bauble, on-stage, teasing us, giving us impossible tasks, promising the world and delivering nothing but pain and humiliation. She didn't seem to hate it. Just the opposite."

"It was only a job, sir. She didn't enjoy it like the others. She cried sometimes."

I cuffed her head. "I didn't say you could speak. Suck, stupid slave."

She sucked.

"That's always the explanation for evil. It was a job, I was given orders, I never meant to hurt anyone. She did it. She profited off our pain. My pain. She doesn't get a bye. None of you do. In some ways, she's worse for doing it." I saw Petra bringing a cleaned up Jilly my way. I pushed Tina off my cock. "Enough. If you want to survive, I suggest you learn to do that a lot better."

Petra pushed Jilly to her knees before me. "She'll behave, sir," she said to me.

I lifted Jilly's head up by the chin. "You'll serve me well?"

She nodded tearfully. "Yes, Master Stu. Thank you for allowing Petra to explain things."

"Suck me, slave Jilly. Do a damn good job of it."

I pulled Petra over, while Jilly did her best. It wasn't bad, to be honest. "Did you lube her?" I asked.

She lowered her eyes. "I did. I'm sorry. Master Stu. It's difficult for me to see her hurt. Punish me, please."

I pulled her close, my lips to her ear. "You think I don't know you? That I wouldn't know exactly what you would do? Talk to her, prepare her, lube her?"

She looked up at me, eyes open wide. I reached down and tapped Jilly's head. "Easy. I'm in no hurry."

Petra put her lips to my ear. "I didn't displease, you, Master Stu?" she whispered.

"Not at all."

"You don't want her hurt."

I could see she was confused, upset. I forgave her for not saying sir. "Not hurt. Punished, for her role, but not injured. She'll have a rough day as it is."

Petra's eyes teared up. "Why are you leaving us? Aren't we good? What are we going to do without you? I would have died without you. I know I would have."

"Hush. You're tougher than you think. Now go make someone happy, little one. I need to deal with this slut."

"Yes, Master Stud. As you wish." The little hussy had the audacity to wink at me.

"Behave!"

She gave me a little grin, and went to search from someone to pleasure.

She left me alone with Jilly, the evil tease with the pin-up body. I pushed her head off my cock, and looked around. It didn't take me long to find her. "Ellie. Get me a pad. I don't want to be uncomfortable."

It only took her a few seconds to bring me one of the sleeping pads. We put it on the floor, and I laid down. "Fuck me," I said to Jilly.

She nodded, and straddled me, sliding my cock into her pussy easily. She bounced up and down slowly.

"Do you remember me?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't."

"I guess you can't remember every man you helped humiliate and destroy," I said, recalling why we were all pissed at her.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"So I don't suppose you remember what you promised me on stage, do you?"

"No sir."

"Your ass, Jilly. You said if I could prove myself to you, you'd let me do your ass, even though you don't like things up there. Is that true? You don't like it up your ass.?"

"No, sir. I don't. I never did that until tonight."

"You held that damn string tied to my balls, and encouraged two men to rape my mouth and ass. Even if you don't recall, I remember it well."

She kept moving up and down, and I could see the tears were about to start again. "I'm sorry sir. I... I try to block those things out."

"I want what you promised me," I said.

"Now, sir?"

"Yes, now! What do you think? A year from now? Don't be stupid. It could very well reduce your life expectancy considerably," I snapped.

She nodded. "Sorry sir." She lifted off my cock, and re-aimed it, before slowly settling back down. I saw her wince as she absorbed the thickness. "It is yours, Master Stu."

"Good. Now give me a ride. Make it good, and perhaps I won't be too hard on you. I'll be finishing in your ass three times. If you behave, and do a good job, I may let you do most of the work with your mouth and pussy, otherwise I'm gonna wear that ass out before I pass you on."

"I... I'll do my best, sir. Thank you." She closed her eyes, and I could see she didn't enjoy it, I saw the occasional looks of pain, but she gave it a good effort. I leaned back, and let her ride. I knew the first one wouldn't last much longer. I'd been prepped for too long.

I didn't let my actions betray my pleasure. I stayed still, watching her coldly, until I couldn't resist any longer. I didn't thrust into her, gasp or groan. I laid still and kept a straight face, as I finished inside her.

"That's one. You did well, slave. I'll let you get me hard and pleasure me as you wish, until I'm close, and then you'll offer me your ass again."

"Thank you, sir," she whispered. I think she meant it.

I looked for my wife, who was sitting nearby, watching. "A pillow, Ellie? I'm gonna be here a while."

She got up and returned propping a pillow behind me. Jilly was sucking away, and almost had me ready for another ride. "What are you doing, Stu? I thought you were going to wear the bitch's ass out."

"Stay," I said, patting the space beside me. "Three loads for her ass, but I'm gonna let her earn 'em on her own."

She just shook her head. "Another one. You're not made for this are you?"

"I'm punishing her."

She laid down next to me, and kissed my cheek. "Of course you are. I love you, baby."

"I am! I'm making her earn it, and dumping three loads in her ass, whether she likes it or not!"

Ellie gave me a long, slow kiss. "Punish her baby. Fill that slutty ass."

It took a while, and she was breathing hard and glowing from the exertion, but Jilly earned her three loads. I tried to maintain my composure, reacting as little as possible. She thanked me after each one. Once I'd delivered my third, she laid down on my chest, kissing my neck.

"Thank you, Master Stu. I know I don't deserve your kindness. The rest are not going to be easy on me are they?"

"No, they won't be. I suspect you'll be paying dearly for a few weeks before the anger starts to fade."

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" she asked. "Anything?"

"Apologize to my wife. It's her pleasure you're stealing, and our marriage you almost destroyed."

She looked over. "This is your wife, sir?"

"Senior Slave Ellie."

My cock was still in her ass, but it was softening. I'd have to give her up soon. She turned to Ellie. "I'm sorry my actions caused you any grief. Thank you for allowing me to do what I could for him. You're a lucky woman."

Ellie smiled. "I am. And you're a cruel woman. I don't feel sorry for you."

Jilly looked like she'd been slapped. "I... I'm sorry. I let greed steer me wrong. I guess I'm going to pay for that."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending



"You are. I hope you learn your lesson. Now get off my man, slave girl."

Jilly scrambled off of me, and Ellie took my hand and led me to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up. You want to watch the rest?"

"After a snack. I owe it to the others to stick around."

"What about what you want, Stu?"

"Me? I'd like to relax with my wife, have a beer, and put this behind me."

"Just me? Nobody else, Sir?"

"Of course not. I'd always rather be with you."

"Jilly is pretty. Even well used. She's a sexy little bitch. She tried hard to get a response from you. That was kind of cruel, acting bored and all. I didn't know you had it in you."

"I didn't plan it. I just didn't want her to see she could get to me."

"You feel bad for her," Ellie said.

"I feel bad for all of them. It doesn't change what they did. They have it coming." She had a washcloth in her hand cleaning me thoroughly. "Do me a favor, babe?"

"Always, anything."

"Tomorrow, find out what the deal is with Tina and Lillian. Tina's the one I had blowing me before I did Jilly."

"More charity cases?" she said.

"I don't know. Maybe. Not likely really, I won't be around after Sunday. It'll be good to get away."

She slipped into my arms, hugging me. "Good for you maybe. Good for us. Not for them."

"They're not my problem anymore."

"Of course not, dear." She gave me a kiss. "Pick one, honey. I want us to have a toy to play with, while we watch."

"Really?"

"Sure. Why not? You and I can relax, and they can take care of us."

"Why don't you choose?" I suggested.

"You might not like my suggestion," she said.

"Go ahead. You've got me curious."

"Alright, wait here. I'll come for you when I'm ready."

I was watching Butler with Jilly. He wasn't gentle. He was face fucking her roughly. I guess she made a different promise to him, than to me. I sat down next to Bob and Velma, who seemed relaxed. "You did her up Bob."

He grinned. "Yeah, I did. Every hole. She's a disgusting bitch. You only saw her in action a few times. I've had to watch her week after week, destroying one man after another. The whore has no soul."

I hadn't thought about that. "Whore is an apt description. It sounds like most of these bitches hate men and got off on the pain and humiliation. A few of them were in it for the money. Jilly's one of them. A few hundred bucks, once a week, to destroy a person. Pretty sick."

We were talking around Velma, and my arm slid around her easily. "How are you doing, beautiful?" I asked.

She leaned against me. "Better than most, I suppose. I'm glad we don't have to go to anymore shows."

"We all appreciate what you two did. I know it must have been tough." 

Her hand was in my lap, toying playfully. "You still mad at me, Master Stu?" she asked.

"Nah. It was fun getting over it though."

She giggled. "Yeah. It was." I think she was going to say more, but Ellie came and grabbed me, escorting me to a little oasis she'd prepared. She had pulled one of the pads from the training room, and had it laid out with a pillow. Petra was waiting there, a cold beer in her hand. 

"Petra?" I asked Ellie.

"She's always so anxious to please you. It's fun to watch. Now relax, and let's enjoy the show."

It was nice. Ellie and I relaxed, heads propped up to watch the activities, half the time watching the show around the show, what everyone else was up to. Jilly was getting used hard, and I was surprised to see Carter going back for seconds, and Neil joined in on Dean's turn. That was going to be one used up little whore.

I think what was more surprising was watching Xavier sit next to Bob, talking. He grabbed Velma by the back of the head and drew her down to his cock. Neither Bob nor Velma seemed to find anything unusual with Velma sucking Xavier. I wondered when that had started.

Petra was pleasuring both of us, which was kind of fun. When I finished my beer, Ellie returned with five more in a cooler, and a couple of apples. We fed Petra, biting off chunks of the apple, and making her take it from our mouths, then pouring the beer into our little slave. After four, she was bombed, and acting up. She was professing her love for us, cuddling in between us, purring with pleasure. Ellie thought it was hilarious.

"You're evil," I teased her.

"Give it a break, Stu. She's loving it. She's not that bad, now that you've trained her up. Let's keep her for the night."

"If she gets sick, I'm not dealing with it."

Ellie laughed. "That's what the new girls are for."

Petra was watching us, a stupid little smile on her face, her eyes half-lidded. "Love you, Master Stud," she said, wrapping her skinny arms around my chest. 

"Where'd she get this Master Stud thing?" Ellie laughed.

"Damned if I know. It started a couple of days ago."

Petra was kissing my neck and shoulders. "Master Stud is the best. Makes his girls come lots," she said. "He doesn't just fuck us."

"Behave, Petra," I said. "I don't want to have to punish you."

"Punish Petra's pussy," she giggled. She was trying to kiss my lips, and I was turning away. "Be good!"

Ellie laughed. "Give her a kiss, Stu. She's earned it. She's been good."

"Do you have any idea where that mouth has been?" I reminded her.

"You and me, for the last couple of hours," she said.

Then Petra's lips were on mine, and she was going to town. I didn't fight her off. I kissed her back, a little reward. She was improving in everything, and she was kind of cute drunk. She had managed to climb on top of me, and was wiggling a lot, her leg between mine, rubbing me. Improbably she had me hard again.

"Use me, Master?" she whispered, scattering kisses over my face.

"Will you behave if I do?" I said.

"Always behave for you," she said, grinning.

I reached down and rubbed my cock against her opening, and eased it in. She sighed sweetly, and wriggled down onto it. She was lying on me, and I was able to pump her a bit. She was humming happily, and I noticed she was holding hands with Ellie.

I turned my attention back to the show, catching a view of an air-tight Jilly, who seemed almost as out of it as Petra. The guys were making a game of it, moving around her, each taking a turn in each hole. She showed no resistance whatsoever. They threw her around like a sexy, big-titty rag-doll. I noticed that the chained girls for the most part never stopped watching. I wondered if they were worried if they were next, or if they wert getting off on Jilly's abuse and humiliation.

"I think it's winding down," Ellie said, her head next to mine. She was half on her side, watching the debauchery, one hand caressing Petra's back.

"Don't wake her up," I said.

"She's sleeping?"

"Yeah, for a while." I was still enjoyed the action, moving my hips just enough to push in and out of her. I chuckled.

"What?"

"She's almost as good a fuck sound asleep as she is when she's trying," I said.

"Don't be mean, Stu. She's doing her best. She really is in love with you, you know. You should be nicer to her."

"Have you forgotten what she did? She's evil."

"She was. You must know she's different now. You want to take her upstairs? I think they're about done."

She was right. Jilly was lying still, obviously exhausted. She was a mess. Nobody was doing her at the moment, although it looked like a couple were considering it. "Why don't you take her up, and I'll join you as soon as I get this shut down."

"You don't have to do everything," she pouted.

"I won't be long. I promise. I just want to make sure she's alright."

When I tried to peel Petra off of me, she whimpered, clinging tightly. Ellie tugged on her arm. "Come on Petra. We're going to bed," she said.

"Master Stu?" Petra whispered.

"He wants you in his bed. Don't disappoint him." 

Petra crawled off of me, and half onto Ellie. "You're the best, slave Ellie," she said.

Ellie rolled her eyes at me, and tugged Petra to her feet, while I got up to take care of our worn out newbie.

Looking around, Diana appeared available. A couple of the new girls chained to the floor were getting attention I'm sure they'd prefer to do without. Tina was one of them. I took Diana by the hand. "Help me clean her up. Then we'll put her away."

I carried Jilly over to the bathroom, and helped Diana wipe her down. I told myself I'd take a shower when I was done with her. She was a mess. When we'd done what we could, I tucked her back into the blackbox, but I put a bottle of water in with her. I figured she'd need it.

I checked the new girls. Butler was helping me before too long. A couple of the guys were taking girls to their rooms, but I made sure they were all leashed, and put away the remaining ones. It was probably twenty minutes before I was done. Butler said he'd close things down, and I left him, heading to my room. The girls were cuddled up in bed, both sleeping. I took a quick shower, and slid in beside my wife. She turned and cuddled up to me. "I had a good time tonight," she said sleepily.

It struck me funny. It was like a date, with the serial rape of an evil whore as the show. "Me too, honey."

It didn't take me any time at all to fall asleep.

~ * ~ * ~

I woke between the girls. Petra was grouchy when I started fucking her, but once I got some aspirin and water in her, she turned lovey-dovey again. Ellie and I slept in late, playing with our toy. It was fun. Petra was extremely appreciative of us taking her to bed, and made sure we knew it. I even let Ellie take her into the bathroom and bathe together. By the time we got downstairs, I knew I was going to have to give my poor cock a rest for at least a day or two. I was used to getting a lot of action but this was ridiculous.

The guys were talking about pulling Joanna out of the box and running a train on her, but I don't think anybody was really up for it. It was a lazy day, all of the team taking turns going downstairs and abusing the new girls. I knew their lives would get tough after the weekend, while Dean and Xavier broke them.

We made plans, knowing we'd have to keep a low profile for a while, to see what happened once word got out about the end of the show.

Carter promised he'd fill us in on the website, and whatever he got off the computers. We still had a long ways to go to complete our revenge, but to be honest, I was more than willing to let the other guys handle it. I wasn't alone.

Monday I was home with my wife. We had a wonderfully relaxing evening together. We made love, and I told her how much I'd missed her. I started looking for a new contract during the day, while she worked. Midweek we had Bob and Velma over. We discussed how much longer we wanted to be involved in the revenge scene. It would be hard to drop out altogether, but I didn't want it running my life anymore.

"We're thinking once everything settles down, we'll limit ourselves to once a week," Bob said, looking at his wife, who was nodding. "Dean says they're going to start getting the word out to any of the other guys who were abused, and offer them a deal to get some revenge on Joanna and her crowd. Maybe on their wives as well.

"What's going to happen to the guys in the barn?" Velma asked.

"I heard they're going to be neutered, and get a little of what they gave out. Not my scene," I said.

"You don't want payback?"

I shrugged. "I want my life back. It's been taken over too much by all of this."

Before they left that night, Velma caught me alone. "There ever going to be a you and me again?" she asked.

"I wouldn't mind. We'll have to talk it over with the other two. I sure enjoyed the time with you."

"Better than all your new slave-sluts?" she asked. I sensed a bit of jealousy.

"Of course. A willing slut beats a slave slut any day."

She grinned. "I'm willing," she said.

I took her in my arms and gave her a big kiss. "We'll see. I need a break for a bit, to be with Ellie. I've been dealing with a house full of slaves for too long. It wore me out. Be patient."

"Sure. I'll be whatever you want," she said.

"Slut."

"Your slut, if you play your cards right."

~ * ~ * ~

Joanna's disappearance along with her whole team made the news. In a big way. It was a couple of weeks before it started to die down. The guys didn't wait that long to start getting their payback.

I spent an afternoon or two at the clubhouse. I wasn't there for fun, at least not with the girls. We were finishing up the last details of the stage, and wanted it to be perfect. We were putting in a lot of details, a nice finish to the railings, carpeted platform and stairs. We installed a draped entrance from behind, numerous large softboxes, tungsten floodlights, and convenient tie downs. 

Two mounts in the middle of the stage could be fitted with a variety of devices. A tiled area surrounded it, with a built in drain, to make it easier to wash down that area. We fitted a wooden pillory to the mount, and tested it with a couple of the slaves. It held up well, even under vigorous, repeated use. By the time we were done, I was proud of the work we had done.

I stayed for the beginning of the entertainment. Joanna had been cleaned up, you'd hardly know she'd been living in her own waste for over a week. Someone had even gone to the trouble to do her hair and give her a little makeup. Her mascara was a little heavy, and her lipstick was blood red. When the cameras started, I heard a chorus of "Balloon!" and she was escorted onto the stage. She had clamps affixed to her nipples and between her legs out of sight. As she appeared she was inhaling a balloon that a masked man - Xavier, to us in the know - held to her lips. She was stopped in front of the pillory, by a few yanks on her clamps. 

"Tell us your name," Xavier said.

I could already see the tears in her eyes. She shook her head.

A couple of yanks and she gasped. "Your name, evil bitch!" Xavier snapped.

She opened her lips, and in a voice deeper than James Earl Jones, she said "Joanna."

Everyone present started laughing. It was a good crowd. All of the men, and all of the slaves except for one who was locked up for bad behavior.

"Joanna, we've been dating a while now," Xavier said, reaching out and grabbing her tit, giving it a squeeze. "But you don't put out. I think the truth is you hate men. All men. Isn't that true?"

She shook her head, and answered in a deep sonorous voice, "That's a lie."

More laughter from the audience. The sulfur hexafluoride, six times heavier than air, did its job, the opposite of helium, deepening her voice. 

"No, I think it's obvious. You're not really a woman at all. I think it's only appropriate we test that." He grabbed her by the neck, and pushed her down onto the pillory. His assistant, the lovely Jilly, lifted Joanna's hands in place. 

Joanna glared at Jilly. "You'll pay for this, traitor," she said, her voice still in the lowest register of anyone in the room.

The top of the pillory was dropped in place, locking Joanna in. Jilly stepped back, smiling, then slapped her former boss across the face hard enough to leave clear fingerprints. "I'm already paying, thanks to you, you dried up old cunt." She turned and brought her knee up into Joanna's stomach. The slap was impromptu, the knee to the stomach, planned. Sulfur hexafluoride stays in the lungs unless forcefully expelled. Then Jilly turned and walked away, standing before a stack of huge digital counters, her arm extended like Vanna White. The counters were labeled, in order from top to bottom, time, volunteers, and ejaculations.

"See, Joanna, my dear. All you have to do it show me you're a decent fuck. We have a few volunteers who have generously offered to sample your wares. All you have to do is convince one of them, just one, to come in that barren pussy of yours. Once they do, you'll be set free, and you and I can live out our dreams. You can do that, can't you?"

She just glared at him, and the first of the volunteers stepped forth from between the curtains. 

We had drawn straws, and Dean had won first 'honors' if you could call it that. His large form stepped forward, a mask covering his face. He made his way over to Jilly, who dropped to her knees, and sucked him until he was hard. When he was ready, he nodded to her, and she lathered his cock with lube from a gallon jar beside her. He stepped behind Joanna, and stabbed his cock into her, viciously, making the wooden stand holding her in place rattle. He fucked her for several minutes, insulting her, telling her what a piece of human filth she was, slapping her ass. Eventually he pulled out. 

"Fuck. Dried up shit ain't worth my time," he said. He bent Jilly over and started fucking her, while I walked out from behind the curtains. 

The mask was uncomfortable, but I understood the need. I was dressed in black from head to toe, with a cutout around my cock. I walked over to Jilly, and lifted her head. She took me willingly, sucking while getting fucked by Dean. Once I was hard enough to do the job, and lubed up, I paid Joanna a visit. I stood in front of her, looking into her face.

"I wanna give you a fair chance. More than you ever gave me. See if you can put a little life into this," I said. 

"Fuck you," she snapped, her voice finally returned to normal.

"Exactly," I reminded her. "Just try to do a decent job of it, you disgusting creature."

Of course I wasn't completely honest with her. I had already allowed Petra to drain me once, taking the edge off. I glanced at the counter board. Eleven minutes and twenty-three seconds, one volunteer, no ejaculations. I moved behind Joanna, and ran my cock up inside of her, making her moan. "If you ask nicely, Joanna, I'll even fuck your ass. That might be enough to get me close to coming. I'm gonna give you ten minutes. If you can get me close in that time, I'll finish in that thing you call a pussy, and your trial will be over."

I was silent while fucking her, doing my best to look bored. I saw Dean finish inside Jilly, and disappear behind the curtain. Five minutes into lifeless fucking, her body rocking, shaking the pillory, as I pounded her, she groaned. "My ass," she said.

"What was that, whore?" I asked.

"My ass, do my ass."

"Ask nicely," I reminded her.

"Please. Please use my ass."

It took me a few seconds to ram my cock home in her scrawny butt. She grunted loudly, and trembled. "Too big," she moaned.

"You'll get used to it. You'll thank me later."

I gave her the full ten minutes. Hell, according to the clock, I gave her almost fifteen. If it hadn't been for seeing Jilly waiting for me, I'd have been lucky to keep it up. I gave Joanna a smack on the butt. "Wasting my time here. Maybe one of the next ones."

Once I pulled out, the curtains moved aside and my replacement came forward. I grabbed Jilly by the hips, and slid into her warm depths. Bob and I shared her, until he was ready to move on. In a few more minutes, Jilly had won my release, and I gave her an affectionate pat on the rear. She was coming along quite nicely.

I didn't stay much longer after that. I hated the bitch, but didn't seem to be getting the enjoyment out of her use and humiliation I'd hoped for. I settled back for a while, letting Anna and Petra tend me, until I'd had enough of the show. I saw the unspoken plea for more from Petra, but it wasn't an overnighter for me. An hour later I was home with my wife, after a long, hot shower that didn't do a whole lot to wash the distaste of the evening away.

~ * ~ * ~

I got a call from Butler to check out the new website. Joanna's website had a makeover, and the stage we'd been working on was getting a workout, with Joanna, and her evil henchwomen publicly used and humiliated by masked men. I didn't get much out of it, but I imagine a lot of unhappy guys who'd been abused on stage felt a little better about things.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending



They had a live stream for forty-eight hours of Joanna locked in the pillory. She was used hard, and flogged regularly. There were guest visitors I didn't recognize, even masked. I wasn't sure how that was being handled, but I was staying out of this one, other than the setup. My best guess was that the team was rounding up other unhappy victims, and allowing them some payback. The last I watched of her show, she'd been in the pillory for over thirty hours, and the visitor count was over a hundred. I suspected, and later confirmed, that the newer slaves in training were being used to prime and drain the new visitors, before they had their chances with Joanna. It was well played. When the guys were done with her, some of the slave girls fitted with strapons got their turn. Apparently it was a popular show.

I stayed away for a while after that. We went back the second weekend to see how things were going. Our original girls were all over me like white on rice, and I felt an obligation to spend a little time with each of them, intimately. I got an earful about the changes, and how stupid and slow to adapt the new girls were. There was construction going on behind the house, and I found out they were putting in a big outdoor covered patio. Huge. 

Changes everywhere.

Ellie insisted we take Petra to our room Friday night. It was clear she missed us, and tried to make up for lost time. We used her pretty hard, and she was happier for it. I was in a benevolent mood, so she got away with a lot, including way too much kissing.

I spent Saturday morning reacquainting myself with my favorite girls. The afternoon was spent with the new ones. I enjoyed Jilly for a while, and we talked. She hadn't quite figured out that she was home for good. I didn't know what Dean and Xavier had in mind, so I made no effort to clear things up for her. After Jilly, I decided I needed to spend some time with Joanna.

She looked rough. I didn't care. I took her to the punishment room, and it was clear she was quite familiar with it. 

"How are you enjoying your new home, slave Joanna?" I asked, when I was tired of whipping her.

She hung from ceiling by her hands. She looked up at me with glazed eyes. "Hate it, Sir."

Still a good bit of attitude. I figured that in time, they'd clear that up. It had taken almost seven weeks to break Petra. Barely two had passed for Joanna.

I tied her up and used her. She was crying before I finished.

"Don't waste your tears. You brought this on yourself, you evil cunt."

"I just provided a service," she argued, "Sir. I never made anyone do anything. Those women volunteered their own men."

"Just a service. What a crock of shit. I remember you meeting with my wife, talking her into it."

"I... I didn't make her do anything, none of them, Sir."

She was awfully stupid, to have accomplished so much. "Let me give you a piece of advice. Accept that you were a vicious, evil cunt. Embrace it. Because you're going to be punished for it, for a very long time. The sooner you accept that, and try to make amends, the sooner the hell part of your punishment will be over."

"They'll let me go?" she asked. She quickly added 'Sir' as I glared at her.

"No. Not in your lifetime. But the daily beatings, the nights in the box, the stage rapes, they'll diminish, perhaps even stop. You'll be fed decently. Who knows, you may even get a room and clothing over time. You're obviously not stupid. So you have to decide what kind of slave you want to be? The lowliest, or a top tier pampered slave. Because no matter what else happens, you're going to be a slave."

"I... I have money, if you would help me, Sir," she said. "I know people."

"You had money. You don't. We have your money. Listen, Joanna. You're not young, not like most of these slaves. You're not attractive. You're going to have to be on your best game to earn anything. Once you accept that this is your life, maybe you can improve it a bit. I know you don't believe me, but in a couple of weeks, when you're on the verge of being broken, think about what I'm saying. Give in, and be the best damn slave girl you can."

She wouldn't listen to reason, so I stopped wasting my time. I gave her another whipping, and ass-raped her sobbing body for a while. I admit, I enjoyed that. She was worthy of my hate.

Saturday night, Ellie brought a new plaything to bed. Annette joined us, and she quickly reminded us why she was the first to achieve Tier 2 status. I fell asleep with my cock in her mouth, and woke the same way. It was a delicious way to start the day. Or so she told me.

I did the rounds that day, checking on the new girls. I spent some time with my dick in Tina, finding out more, and doing what I could for her. She was appreciative. I met Lillian, the other non-man-hating, whore. She was a big girl, one of the biggest, and one of the women who would 'escort' the men to the stage. She was hired for her size and strength. She wasn't very attractive, and hadn't been used much. Let's face it, there were a lot of slaves, and only so many men. She was a surprisingly good fuck, and after lots of pleading I called Annette in, and worked with Lil on her blowjobs. She needed the help.

Afterward Annette dragged me to her room. "We need you back, Master Stu," she said. "What you did for her, only you do that. The girls need it."

"The slaves you mean?"

"The new ones aren't even decent slaves. It's going to take forever to get them shaped up. Please come back to us, sir."

"I can't. I have a life, a wife. I want to start a family."

She had managed to undress me, and was doing her best to get me hard enough for some fun. "Family's easy. Breed some of us. You can have all the kids you want."

Now that sounded truly fucked up. "I don't want that. I want a normal family, with my loving wife. A regular job. Not this insanity."

She had accomplished her mission, and I was on my back, watching her ride me. "Will Ellie be happy? I think she likes being top slave girl. Admit it, Master Stu. Isn't this fun? Don't I make you happy? Doesn't Petra? She misses you like crazy."

She nagged me through most of the fuck, until I had to tan her ass. Once it was cherry red, I had her fetch Lillian, and together they used their mouths, one extremely talented, one trying, to get me hard. It was a convenient way to shut Annette up. I let Lillian stay to watch Annette with me, so she might learn something. Annette stopped trying to convince me with words, and started using her body to charm me into staying. It was a hell of an effort, but I wasn't buying.

Still, it was a fun weekend, and Ellie and I chatted about the changes all the way home.

I found a new contract, and was fortunate that it was one that allowed me to telecommute mostly. It was tough to get back into working mode, but I seemed to be getting there by midweek. That weekend Ellie and I took a little break from everything and spent a couple of nights in the city, getting a room, eating in fancy restaurants, taking in a couple of shows. It was a time for reconnecting, and sorely needed.

The following weekend, we agreed to make another clubhouse visit. Friday evening was playtime with the originals and I'll admit it. I enjoyed it. Nicole was especially playful, and when she asked me if I didn't miss her, I had to admit I did. Having Petra in our bed again felt right, and it wasn't the wildest ever, but Ellie and I enjoyed ourselves. Petra certainly seemed to, probably more than she deserved.

Saturday I worked with the new girls, and that evening I was ambushed.

It was close to a full-house, only Bob was missing. Over dinner, I got an earful.

Dean didn't like his new role, and didn't think he could do a adequate job of it. He needed to move on anyway, his kids were about to get out of camp, and he needed to be home with them. In two months, he'd have to go back to teaching school.

They wanted me back in the house. 

It was clear there was a shift of control going on. Butler, Carter and Dean presented a unified front. They were committed to the whole thing, and their thirst for revenge wasn't sated, although it seemed to be mutating. Neil was happy to use the facilities, often it appeared, but he didn't care to be involved in the planning or training. He just liked having free use of the slaves. For what he'd invested, I figure he deserved it. He'd been treated the harshest, and he'd ponied up most of the money, including providing the house. I spoke with him separately. He didn't want the worry or headaches. He wanted to come in when he felt like it, and enjoy himself. He was no longer bitter and angry, and wanted to move on. I understood where he was coming from.

Xavier was content in his role. He was always working on the place, dealing with equipment, housing repairs, new additions, and of course there was the training. During some two-on-one time - while we where DPing one of the new slaves - he confessed that the training wasn't the same with Dean. He wanted me back. He thought we made a great team. He even admitted he was wrong about Ellie, and she'd been great for the slave girls, as a role model, something to achieve, and she cooked better than most of them. 

Butler, Carter and Dean ganged up on me. They wanted me to move in. Permanently. Bring Ellie with me. They had enough money—they'd somehow cleaned out Joanna's accounts—to pay me a good wage to stay there. They had ideas, big ideas, to continue to clean up the mess that Joanna had made, and even help other poor bastards who got screwed over. It was ambitious, but I knew that I wanted no part of it. It sounded too risky, with little reward. Other people's problems weren't my own. I had enough to deal with.

They practically begged me to consider their offer. They laid a guilt trip on me about being responsible for the slave girls' welfare. I'd had a big part in getting them there in the first place. They tried, but I stuck to my guns. I wanted my own life.

Sunday night once we got back home, I found out that I wasn't the only one they were pressuring. Our slave girls had been working on Ellie, apparently successfully.

"You told them no?" my wife asked, when I finished telling her about the ambush.

"Of course."

She was quiet. "You didn't want to consider it, or talk to me about it?" she finally asked.

"You made your stance clear months ago. You wanted me home. I wanted to be with you. We agreed to start a family."

She was cuddled up to me, relaxed after the loving. Sunday nights were great, after the frenzied sex of the weekend. Slow and easy loving with my wife was a nice change of pace.

"Back then I was lonely and missing you. If you took them up on the offer, we'd be together. I wouldn't have to be lonely," she said.

"You're not saying you'd be interested, are you? That's crazy!"

She was kissing my shoulder, her hand caressing my chest. "Why is it crazy?"

"Seriously? Training sex slaves for a living? You can't be happy with me having sex with a dozen different women. And what would you be doing? You know the rules."

"You're a good influence on them. The girls miss you terribly. The new girls, they're going to go through hell without you there to temper things. It doesn't bother me that you train them. I know you love only me. You've made that pretty obvious."

"What about our family?"

"What about it? If we started tonight, it would be three or four years before we'd have to worry about anything. I'd get a lot of help in the beginning. It would be a great incentive for the girls. They could see what a tier five could achieve."

"You're serious?"

"I think you should at least consider it. Do you enjoy the contracting that much? Is it more fun than breaking in a Petra or an Annette? Don't you think Lillian, Tina and Jilly deserve a chance? Don't you want to see Joanna broken right?"

Her hand was up to no good, trying to get the little head involved in the decision. She wheedled me with her little girl voice. "I wouldn't mind having one of my girls here now. I... I kind of miss Petra. I still want to try Janine for the night."

"We can do that on our visits," I reminded her.

"Just think about it baby, Ok? I wouldn't mind. I believe it could be good for us, and I know it would be good for them."

"Good for us? How?"

She was quiet. "Don't get mad, alright?"

"I'm not going to make any promises. Last time you said that to me it was a disaster."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to remind you of that. But it was going to come up. I love you, Stu. More than anything, but I need the excitement. It started just talking about things with Velma, and then I went crazy with that other shit. It was stupid, and hurtful, and I hate that I did that to you. I hate that I kept going back and looking at those stupid videos."

She cuddled in closer. "At the clubhouse, I get a bigger thrill than any of that. And it's always changing. I... I like being able to pick any one of them, and bring them to our bed. I like them servicing me. It drives me crazy to see them with you. I get jealous, and then crazy hot for you. I guess what I'm saying is, I love everything about it, and I love the way you and I are together. Watching Jilly get hers, lying there with our little drunken love struck pet, seeing the way you controlled yourself with Jilly, I don't know if I've ever been more excited. Maybe I'm just sick."

I pulled her close. "No, I get it. I just didn't think you'd be happy with me using all those women, whenever I wanted. Being in a place where all the women are slaves, I didn't think you'd be comfortable with it. Especially not permanently."

"But I am! It feels great to be the Senior Slave, to be able to help them. To hear you tell them what to do, and then ask me. I see the way the guys look at me, and I like it. They have all those girls, and they want me. I know it drives them a little crazy. You don't see it, but they flirt hard with me. They'd love to get in my panties, see how it is I can keep you, when you have all those choices. No, baby, I love everything about it."

"Am I going to have to worry about you and those guys?" I asked.

She laughed. "Hardly. I've seen them in action, remember? All of them, up close and personal. I've got the best. When I want dick, I got you. When I want something a little softer, I have a smorgasbord. No, you're stuck with me. I hope you don't plan on sharing me either. The couple of times with Bob was more than enough to tell me I prefer my threesomes to have a soft side to them."

"You don't care that Petra's in love with me?" 

"I think it's cute. She's not going to steal you away from me, is she?"

"Petra!? Of course not!"

She giggled. "Which one of them, then? Annette? Jilly? Who are you going to trade me in for?"

"Are you insane? Jesus, Ellie, what's the chance of that? No, you're stuck with me."

"So let's give it a try. If we hate it, we'll bow out. I don't think we will, but nothing is written in stone."

"I still can't believe we're even considering it."

"Break Jilly for me, baby. I want that sexy bitch between my legs something fierce. Can you do that for me?"

"What about a family? What are we going to do about that?"

"I've already started. I went off the pill last week. I imagine in a couple of weeks, I'll be ripe for the plucking. Or fucking in this case. I'll let you know my good days, so you'll have to limit your playmates then. You can still boink 'em, but make sure I get your loads."

"Our jobs, our house, our friends..."

"Stop already. We quit our jobs, we sell the house. Our best friends are part of the club. I want to do this, Stu. For me? Please?"

Damn it. She had to play that card. It's what got me in this whole mess to begin with.

"If I don't like how it's going, we stop, alright?"

Ellie proved once again, none of the girls had anything on her when it came to showing appreciation.

~ * ~ * ~

When we returned to the clubhouse, I was welcomed like a returning hero by the old girls. The new ones didn't know much about me, but they'd learn.

Since we planned on staying long term, there would have to be changes. Physical changes in the property for one. Xavier and I talked about it. We made a plan to add a wing to the property for our temporary visitors, and focus on making the top floor our personal space. I needed a larger bedroom, a better bathroom, and a study, where I could still do a little work, keeping my commercially viable skills up to date.

It was ambitious, but other than training slaves, Xavier and I had little more to do. Not that the training didn't take up a significant amount of time. A discussion with Butler, Carter and Dean won us an approval and substantial budget. The wing wouldn't be fancy, not by any means. But it would house up to ten, in smallish rooms for short stays. On the other hand, the five rooms upstairs would be converted into three suites, of which I'd have the largest. Xavier claimed he didn't need a lot of space, and that was fine by me.

When Neil heard the plans, he got involved. His idea was simpler. He wanted a place of his own on the property, and it was impossible to deny him. He offered to pay for it himself. I was thinking along the lines of adding an extra room for him. He was thinking differently, and had an old house delivered to the property. We had to keep everything on the hush-hush for a few days, while his workmen did their stuff. The place looked abandoned for the better part of a week, until he was content with his new place. When he requested a long-term loan of a few of the slaves, to get the interior to his liking, we readily agreed.

I was curious about the men in the barn, but Xavier told me they'd been taken care of while Dean was there. I'm not sure what they did with them, but once I returned there was no trace of their presence remaining. I did notice that the upstairs had been closed in, and Xavier informed me we might have male visitors in the future, and he was making a space for them. Better he than me; I had a hard enough time dealing with the females.

Ellie slipped into her role as senior slave easily. She worked with the girls nearly as much as Xavier and I did, and could sometimes be even harsher than either of us. For that matter, some of the original wives took their seniority very much to heart. 

Four weeks into my return, we had a good return on our investment. Fully half of Joanna's crowd were adapting well to their new circumstances, including Jilly and Tina. Joanna was still a bitch, but she'd learn. It's not like we didn't have plenty of time to show her the error of her ways. We also had three new women in the basement, more traitor wives. One of their husbands was a regular. I finally heard how Butler, Carter and Dean were recruiting more members. VIP members had full access to the basement. Phil Williams was the first. His ex was a true trophy wife, instantly one of the most attractive, giving Jilly and Nicole a run for their money. But that wasn't what got Phil his VIP membership. Phil was a doctor, an MD, and the benefit of having one of those on staff was clear to all. 

Of course, with the originals, Joanna's crowd, and the latest slave wives showing up, I was busy. Not that I was complaining. It felt good to be running things downstairs again.

The first hiccup in our new plan occurred through an accidental discovery. A very upsetting discovery on my part. Ellie should have known better. I allowed her the use of my computers and tablet, and she was pretty good about not messing things up. What she wasn't aware of was the history of application use was kept on the tablet. I clean the system regularly, and saw an unexpected video player app was being used frequently. Let's just say I was disturbed that she had the video of my abuse on the tablet, and had been watching it lately.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-3 Ending



I didn't ask for an explanation, nor did I allow her to provide one. I leashed her collar and took her downstairs.

"What's going on, Stu? Is something wrong?" she asked nervously.

I didn't respond. I was too angry. To think that she was still betraying me, taking enjoyment from my rape and humiliation. I walked faster, almost dragging her along. I passed Xavier on the main floor, and saw a smirk on his face, as I dragged Ellie along.

"Please, Stu!" she whined, stumbling along. "Why are you so angry? Talk to me, baby."

I took her to the pen, and she was tugging at the leash. "Stop it, Stu! You're scaring me," she cried.

"Master Stu, stupid slave," I growled through clenched teeth.

I had to drag her the last few feet, before I could leash her to an open ring on the floor, beside Cheryl, our newest, Dr. Phil's ex. Ellie was sobbing. I reached down and ripped the silks from her body. "Why, Stu?" she pleaded.

When the last shreds were ripped from her body, I went to the tool rack, and grabbed a rather light weight flogger. She wasn't use to any physical punishment and she was still my wife. This was a lesson, I didn't want to injure her. When I returned, Xavier was squatting in front of her. I heard him clearly.

"I knew you'd be down here one day. You're like all the rest, aren't you? Traitorous cunt!"

She looked up at me and saw the flogger. She scrambled backward to the limit of her floor leash. "No! Please! I didn't do anything!"

She was a squirmer, and took many of the blows on her sides and legs, while trying to escape her punishment. She was prone, crying hysterically before I was finished with her. She kept sobbing "Why?" like she didn't know.

"You know why," I finally said, nudging her with my foot. "When you explain to me what you did wrong, and I hear a worthy apology, I'll consider allowing you to work your way back into my good graces, slave Ellie."

"Please, Stu," she started, and I gave her a couple of quick blows of the flogger.

"How do you address your Master, stupid slave? You're Tier two now. Do you want me to bust you all the way down to Tier one?"

"No master," she mumbled piteously.

Xavier stood to the side watching. We had quite the audience, to be honest. The slaves in the pen of course, but also the ones in their rooms had a clear view, since doors weren't allowed to be closed during the day. They all were smart enough to keep their distance.

I looked over at Xavier. "Her cunt's off-limits without a condom. I'm trying to breed her." That wasn't a problem. Dr. Phil had new rules of safety in place, and the bins of condoms outside the pen made sure plenty were available. Normally they were only used on the new girls until they'd finished their testing, or while we got them on a birth prevention program. We didn't want accidents.

She looked up nervously as Xavier opened his pants. "Damn, I'm going to enjoy this," he laughed.

"Master!" she called out to me, as I left her there. "Please, Master. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'm sorry."

"You will be," I muttered, before grabbing Annette, and dragging her into her room. I needed to get rid of a bit of stress, and she was always good for that. I gave the new girl, Cheryl, a ride afterward, and found that Xavier hadn't tired of Ellie yet.

That night I took Diana to my room. I wasn't in the mood for Petra's fawning, or Janine's lustful acrobatics. Diana was a changed woman since she'd started hearing from her kids, and she was always appreciative, but had no interest in trying to wheedle her way into my regular rotation.

Once I'd had my fill of Diana, or better said, she'd had her fill from me a couple of times, I was able to finally relax, while she held me. It was one of the things I liked about her. No questions, no nagging, she provided physical intimacy without verbal interaction. She was a cuddler.

She didn't ask me if I wanted to talk about it, or question me about what was going on. She held me. It was what I needed at that moment. I hadn't been prepared for the latest betrayal. Maybe I'm a fool. Alright, no maybe about it. I wanted to believe the best of Ellie. I lied to myself. If I shed a few tears in self-pity, Diana would say nothing. She'd just hold me, no effort to get me excited or anything like that. She'd hold me, her presence comforting.

The next day, I waited until after breakfast to check on Ellie. The girls around her dispersed quickly, as I headed down the stairs. Xavier must have been up early, because the wife slaves were all up and about, and Ellie showed signs of being used.

I expected Petra to be all over me, but only Nicole approached me directly. "Is it alright if we take care of her, Master Stu? You never said anything."

I glared at her and she stumbled, rapidly dropping to her knees. "I'll deal with you later," I said. She knew better to speak without permission. I wasn't in the mood to allow little infractions they might otherwise get away with. I freed Ellie from her leash, and led her to the training room. She kept her eyes down, and didn't speak. I'll give her that much. Once I had her leashed to one of the overhead rings, I selected a paddle off the wall. Without speaking to her, other than to tell her to hold still a couple of times, I reddened her ass thoroughly. Then I sat down and watched her, until she stopped her crying. 

She was weak. I probably should have put her through the regular training earlier, if she took a simple paddling that poorly. 

"You have something you'd like to say to me, slave Ellie?"

She raised her head. "I... I'm sorry, Master Stu."

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"For betraying your trust. For watching your video," she admitted readily.

"What else?" The truth is, I didn't know if there was anything else. It would be interesting to see if she confessed to any other misdeeds.

She looked surprised, and took a few moments to answer. "For getting you involved? For all the times I watched it before. For making a mockery of our anniversary?"

"Is that a question?"

She started crying again. "No, but I don't know what you want me to say. I know I shouldn't have watched that stupid video. I thought the rest of it was over." "Sir!" she added hastily, while I waited to see if there was anything else.

"So you've done nothing else since we've been here you think you should tell me about?" I asked.

She bit her bottom lip. "You said it was alright if I took care of them. I didn't think you'd mind if I slipped them a few Tylenol, or a couple of snacks. I... I was only trying to help. I never wanted to undermine your training. I'm sorry."

If that was the worst of it, things were better than I had started to fear. "Why do you get pleasure out of my rape and humiliation, slave Ellie? I don't understand that?"

She was slumped over, only the ropes attaching her wrists to the overhead ring kept her upright. "I don't know, St—Master Stu. I don't know."

"But you admit you do," I said.

She nodded slowly. "It excites me. I hate that it does."

Now what was I supposed to do about that? How the fuck do I get around the fact that despite my best efforts, my wife got off on seeing me abused and humiliated. "I guess it's time to see how you like it."

"Please, Master! I'm sorry! I'll never do it again. I swear I won't."

I laughed. "I know you won't. You won't get the opportunity. I'm not that stupid."

~ * ~ * ~

It took her a month to earn her way into one of the rooms. Another six weeks before I took her back to our bedroom. Of course I hadn't been alone during that time. Nor had she.

The men accepted my insistence that she not be used without a condom. I was still determined to have my child. That didn't stop them from sating their curiosity about her. I'll admit, I was a little proud to hear she was recommended for Tier III status, at the same time as Annette and Nicole. 

When Bob saw Ellie chained up in the pen, I guess that loosed something inside of him. Velma spent a week down there as well. He took her home a week later. I guess I understood. They had the kids. But they came every weekend, and he would chain her up downstairs, while he enjoyed himself. I renewed her acquaintance, but it was never the same again. She didn't even make my top three anymore. She didn't lack for attention, however.

Weekends were busy, we usually had three or four members in attendance the whole weekend. We'd get regular visits during the week as well. It wasn't uncommon to have one or two visitors most nights. Xavier and I received notice before any new trainees were delivered, and we had names and pictures of any new club members. They were introducing new concepts, limited memberships. Men who were allowed access, but were not permitted downstairs. That remained pretty exclusive for quite a while, with only Dr. Phil added to the VIP list. Slaves were delivered to the new partial members, while their wives, ex-wives, or somehow significant others were broken in. Both Jilly and Joanna were popular choices to be delivered, obviously for very different reasons. 

Joanna? She broke. She was on permanent scullery duty, dealing with the refuse buckets, scrubbing floors, cleaning up after trains and gangbangs. Whatever we could think of to reinforce that she was the lowest of the low. 

Sending one of the slaves off to a partial member was considered punishment by our more senior slaves. Only Joanna seemed to enjoy it. I guess it was a break from her menial duties, and I understood that quite a few of our guests would use her sexually, which was more than she got from any of the full members, except for the occasional training session. I know I rarely stuck my cock in her. I mean, seriously? With all the other choices available?

I could see the pain in Ellie's eyes, when I took a preferred slave girl upstairs for the night. I'm convinced that having Petra and Annette spend the night with me didn't bother her that much. They were always good to her, and she to them. There was little jealousy between them.

I know that having Nicole bothered her, I'm not sure why, but it was plain to see. The first time I took Jilly upstairs for the night, Petra earned a beating of her own, telling me I was cruel, and that Ellie had cried all night. I wasn't too harsh with her. I knew there was a bond between them, ever since Ellie had offered herself up to reduce Petra's punishment.

Ellie's misery made me feel a little better, and I made Jilly a part of the regular rotation. She was still sexy as hell, but I preferred Petra and Annette, even Diana to be honest. But I needed Ellie to suffer a little. I'd been too damn lenient with her, and she needed to learn.

Petra was never accepted as readily as the others, by the members. Few used her, other than me. She wasn't a beauty, by any means, still too small and too scrawny. She never learned to be as talented as the others, and I got the best out of her. I could see why the members would choose elsewhere. Xavier in particular, never wasted his time with her. When I took her off birth control, she was nearly hysterical with joy, and I saw how it pained Ellie. 

I felt a little bad about that. It had been nearly three months since her demotion, and I took her to bed. I kept her there three days, during the most fertile part of her cycle. After that, I kept her in the regular rotation, and bounced Jilly out. Unless I was looking for a double.

~ * ~ * ~

So that's my story so far. I turn evil traitorous women into docile sex-slaves. I don't worry about the rest of it, I let Butler, Carter and Dean deal with situations, and deliver the raw goods. Xavier and I work well together, we're getting better at it. It's not an easy job, and we've been doing a lot of research. We make mistakes, but you can't say we don't try. And so far, the results have been outstanding. We've even got a new assistant. The guy was a total wimp when we took him in. Some kind of charity work on the part of the foundation. 

He'd been a reluctant cuckold, without the spine to stand up to his wife. She'd subjugated him further and further, bringing a string of lovers into their house, making him watch and even participate, to his humiliation. When he found out his wife intended to have him castrated for fun, he snapped. He fought back, weakly, and was beaten to a pulp by a couple of her lovers.

I don't know how BCD - our inside nickname for Butler, Carter and Dean - found out about him, or the full story for a while, but he was delivered to Xavier and I as our new assistant. A less likely assistant I couldn't imagine, but he was willing to do the grunt work, and whatever he was asked to do. He wasn't very good with the punishment phases, but he tried, and over time he became an asset. His wife was a pain in the ass to break, but we managed. She still had a bit of a hold over him, so we didn't allow him much contact with her, until we broke her of that habit as well.

I work with Xavier to maintain the property and expand our clubhouse. I like building things, and enjoy working with him. We've accomplished a lot already. I have a feeling the improvements will continue for quite a long time. Manolo has become a permanent 'partial' member. He moved into the visitor's wing, only about a week after his wife was delivered. He earns his keep by helping with the property, landscaping, labor, that kind of stuff. He was one of Joanna's victims, and at least once a week, he has Joanna or his wife delivered to his room. He's a hard worker, and an asset. He does what he's asked, and doesn't ask questions. He's also an impressive physical specimen, not as big as Dean, but large and solid. Scary looking. I heard BCD has put him on the payroll, and he helps with some external projects. I don't involve myself in those anymore. Too busy, and it's really not my style. Xavier, on the other hand, seems to have found an external role to his liking, and will disappear on occasion to help out with the cause.

I got two new trainees in today. One looks like a real bitch. I'm gonna love breaking her. She's got an ass on her that just won't quit. She went straight to the box to soften her up. We added music to it about a month ago. Twenty-four hours of the same damn Japanese pop song is cruel, I know, but it does the job.

I'm gonna wrap things up. Jilly probably has my wife worked up by now. If I don't show up soon, I'll catch a lot of grief. And yes, I'm a wuss. Ellie's back to Tier five, and is my regular partner. She's off the floor again, but there's certainly enough slaves downstairs to take up the slack. She hasn't gained everything back. I doubt I'll ever let her on the computers again. Broken trust is a hard thing to restore. Xavier gives me a hard time, reminding me there's no need to trust a slave. 

Petra's still our favorite, but with both her and Ellie entering their third trimester, we like to have a more active partner some nights. Not that sleeping between two swollen bellies isn't fun, but sometimes we feel a little more... acrobatic.

Not tonight, however. We're keeping both tonight. Jilly's for Ellie. Petra's as horny as a three-peckered billy goat, and I guess I'm sort of responsible for that, so I'll deal with her.

But that's it. Tonight I'm not letting them talk me into playing with all three again. I mean it. That's seriously exhausting, and I need my rest.

Got a new girl to break in tomorrow, with an ass that just won't quit.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

This is the end of my finish for the Yo-Yo Chronicles Ch. 02. There will be more stories about Carter, Butler, Dean, and the club.



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02



There was an afterglow the next day, which was Sunday. We didn't say anything about the night before, but I looked at her often, and I saw her looking at me a lot. Around 4 in afternoon, all hell broke loose. We were in a heated rut until past 7, when we finally forced ourselves to eat dinner. We looked at each other in amazement.

On Monday, we put our crazy weekend out of our mind and didn't talk about it until Thursday, when Ellie told me she had given away our theater tickets for Saturday so we could go back to the club.

I wasn't happy. "Why?" I asked.

She looked at me in amazement. "Don't you remember last Saturday night and Sunday?" she said. "Would you rather go to some play than do that?"

"But we can do that anytime," I said. "Now that we know how great it can be, why do we need to go back to that stupid club?"

"That stupid club is what got me all revved up," she said. "I can't believe you weren't turned on by that crazy drama. It was so hot that I thought I was going to have an orgasm just sitting there."

"But I'm not gay," I said. "For some reason, you got excited by that little fairy degrading himself with those two hunks. But that doesn't turn me on. You're the only one who gets me hard. Whenever you want to go wild, I'm ready to go wild with you."

"But the club was what made me go wild," she said. She smiled at me. "Please let's go again. And try to open your mind so you can enjoy it more this time."

Of course, I finally gave in and reluctantly took her to the club again. This time I disrobed and got into the theater before she did. I found a place toward the front for her, because I knew she'd like to see the action close up. I sat on my towel for a few minutes, and then I saw her at the entrance in conversation with one of the white robed women who had gray hair.

The play that night was a variation of the previous week. A man had cheated on his wife, played by Jilly, this time in a dominatrix outfit. She told him that unless he submitted to her, she would divorce him and take him for everything. He gave in but then changed his mind, but it was too late. With the help of the two huge men, she put him in restraints, tortured his sex organs a little and fisted him and then turned him over to Bobo and Arnie for a thorough raping. The volunteer this week was as well built as his two tormentors, but that was the only difference. After his female friend shouted "Ballon!" and the white robed women converged on him, he was just as eager to get on stage and jogged up the ramp with the women. His voice was a similar high-pitched funny voice.

I was either bored or disgusted watching the show, but Ellie ate it up again and jumped out of her seat screaming and clapping when it was over. The scenes at home later and on Sunday were also repeats, and I would be lying if I didn't say I loved every second. But it still bothered me that Ellie needed that weird club to let her inhibitions go.

On Thursday, we had an almost play-by-play repeat of the argument from last week. She wanted to go again. I didn't. "But we don't have anything else scheduled for Saturday night this time," she said.

"I loved our last two wild sex weekends," I said, "but is that all we're ever going to do from now on? Should we just forget our friends, our interests, everything else except the club and our bodies?"

"That's not fair," she said. "I'm sure things will change, but isn't this exciting for now? Can't you see how great it is for us? How many couples are having the kind of relationship we are having? You're the one who was always telling me to let myself go. Now you can have everything you want, and you're a sourpuss." She smiled her smile, and we were back at the club Saturday night.

When we entered the lobby, she didn't go right to the women's exit, but took me by the hand and brought me to one of the women in white standing there. "Hi Joanne," she said, "I want to introduce you to my husband, Stu."

"Pleased to meet you," said Joanne politely. She was the gray-haired woman I had seen Ellie talking to last week.

"I'm pleased to meet you," I replied. "I didn't know Ellie knew any of the people running the club."

"Oh, we had lunch together yesterday," said Joanne. "Ellie tells me you aren't enjoying the show. Why do you think that is?"

"Probably because I'm not gay or into humiliation," I said. "I just can't understand why Ellie gets so excited about gays pretending to force sex on other gays and degrading them in various ways."

"What if it were women doing the same thing?" asked Joanne.

I thought for a minute. "Yes," I said. "I see your point. That might turn a man on. Maybe it would turn me on, and it probably wouldn't do anything for Ellie. What you're saying makes sense. But why do I have to be here sitting naked next to her for her to enjoy your show?"

"There are several reasons," said Joanne. "One is that because you are her husband and are beside her and naked, she feels secure, and she can let her feelings flow without any guilt.

"Another is that the men provide an important part of the atmosphere that makes our show work. Every detail you see in the auditorium has been thought out to enhance the total effect."

"Even the cheap balloons?" I said.

She smiled and looked at Ellie. I saw Ellie try to stop herself from smiling back and pretending she didn't see Joanne's smile.

"Especially the cheap balloons," said Joanne, continuing to smile. "If you two will excuse me now, I have some work to do. Are we on for lunch again next week," she said to Ellie. "I'm not free until Friday."

"Oh yes," said Joanne in an excited voice. "I'd love to. Same place, OK?"

"Fine," said Joanne. "Goodbye for now." She walked away, and I turned to Ellie.

"What was that all about?" I said.

"Shhh," she said with her finger to her lips. "Let's go inside. I'll tell you later."

The show wasn't much different that night. The thin plot involved a poker game, and the big loser had to service Bobo and Arnie in front of his wife, Jilly. This time the balloon volunteer from the audience was a small man, and they made fun of his little equipment throughout the drama. He was really into it, and his acting was so realistic as he protested and cried in his tiny voice that I could almost believe him.

As I half-watched the action, I replayed the conversation with Joanne in my mind. Why was she having lunch dates with Ellie? As soon as we got into the car, I brought it up.

"She's very interesting," was Ellie's reply. "She's been with the club a long time and told me some of the history. I'm learning a lot about how it works behind the scenes."

"Like what?" I asked.

"I don't want to tell you yet," said Ellie and turned to look out the window. "I'm going to find out more next Friday."

She wouldn't talk about Joanne anymore, and when we got home, I became too preoccupied with other things. It was the craziest night yet, and Sunday there was more of the same.

As blissful as I was on the weekend, I was grumpy again the next Thursday. It just bothered the heck out of me that the two of us were having the greatest time in bed that we ever had, and it was all because of that disgusting show at the club. I decided that I had to take a risk and stick my neck out.

"No more," I announced. "That's it. I'm never going back there. If that's what we need to be happy, then something is really wrong with us."

Ellie teased and wheedled and smiled and cried, but I would not budge. She finally ran off to bed with tears streaming down her cheeks. I came up a few minutes later and found her sniffling in her sleep.

When I came home from work the next day, she was a happy camper again, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it put me right back in a bad mood.

"I had lunch with Joanne today," she said, "and I told her about our fight last night. She said I needed to compromise with my man and try to understand him. The club is making you unhappy, and that isn't good for our marriage."

"She said that?" I said, surprised.

"Yes, and you want to know what she suggested?"

"What?" I said.

"That we come one more time tomorrow night if I promise you I'll never ask you to go back again," she said. She was smiling, but it wasn't her usual innocent smile. It looked a little crooked. I stared at her, and she looked away.

I didn't like Joanne's idea, but after we went around and around for 15 minutes I gave in. After all, I thought, it was just one more boring evening, and I'd celebrate the end of the ordeal in bed with Ellie over the weekend without even thinking of going through that again.

When I walked into the theater the next night, I passed Joanne at the front left corner. She was looking into the audience and didn't say anything to me. I hurried by and saw Ellie on the aisle seat of the third row. She was looking at something and I followed her gaze. It was Joanne. They were having eye contact.

When I came up to her, Ellie slid over on the padded bench and patted the space next to her on the aisle. I took off my towel and placed it there and sat down. She had quickly looked away from Joanne as I approached, but she didn't look at me either. We both waited in silence as the tall woman in white came out after the trumpet sounds.

""Welcome," she said, "especially to those who are here for the first time. Tonight, we have a special treat." Every week was a special treat, I thought.

"It's a brand new play about a man whose girlfriend suspects he is gay. He swears he is straight, but she says she won't believe it until he proves it. She has two gay friends, and they are going to test him. If they can get him aroused and bring him to orgasm, he will have to let them make love to him while she watches. If he doesn't respond to their caresses, he can make Greek love to her. Jilly will play his girlfriend, and Bob and Arnie will be her two gay friends.

"We need someone very convincing to play Jilly's boyfriend. He's got to be macho and a strong male figure who is angry at her accusations and ready to prove her wrong. Who knows, maybe he will, and then Jilly will get it in her ass in front of everyone." Jilly broke into laughter as the woman continued.

"We don't know how this play will end," she said. "It really depends on our volunteer actor. So is there anyone out there who can be our strong, straight macho man. If you volunteer for the role, please shout out loud and clear. What should you shout?"

"Balloon!" shouted all the women at the top of their lungs, and they erupted into laughter. Ellie joined in.

Then there was silence in the room. The woman onstage became impatient. "Come on now. We can't wait forever. Say 'Balloon!' if you want to volunteer.

I heard a slight noise next to me of someone clearing her throat. I looked and it was Ellie standing up. "Balloon!" she cried out in a quavery voice. Everyone turned in her direction. "Oh no!" I yelled and jumped up. I was right next to the steps, and I started to run down them. At the second step, I was met by four women. I never noticed before how large some of the women were, but these four were all as big as me and they blocked me from moving. As I opened my mouth to yell again, something rubbery was pushed in and I felt air going into my mouth. It was a balloon being held by one of the women. She pulled it out of my mouth and I began to yell again.

I stopped when I heard myself. My voice was small and high and sounded funny, not angry. I sounded like those flaming guys who had volunteered before. But I wasn't like them. What was happening to me? Then I realized that the balloons were filled with helium, and that's what changed my voice.

In a flash, it came to me. Those men were probably as straight as I was, but nobody believed them once they got the balloon treatment. Suddenly I was frightened.

Before I could try anything else, I felt some hands at my genitals as one of the women in white whispered in my ear. "Don't move, Stu. You have a string around your balls now. It's thin and barely visible, but it's strong. It's tied like a Yo-Yo, so when it hangs loose, you'll barely feel it, but when I pull on it like this, you'll know it's there. I yelled as she jerked the string.

"If you don't cooperate I will keep pulling until I pull your balls right off your body," she said. "Don't think I won't. Now I want you to walk with us to the stage. As we move faster, you'll need to move faster if you don't want the string pulling your balls. When we start jogging, you'll need to jog with us. Nod your head once if you heard me and understand." She jerked at the string. I yelled and nodded my head.

The group with me in the middle began moving to the stage, going faster with each step. When we got to the ramp, we began jogging. I tried to keep up but occasionally my balls got a little tug as we moved to the microphone in the middle of the stage.

"This looks like a fine specimen," said the tall woman into her mike. "He's got some impressive equipment, enough to satisfy anyone in the room. Right, ladies?"

Cheers came from the audience.

"What is your name, sir," she said, addressing me.

I knew that whatever I said now would come out in that high-pitched funny sound, so I didn't answer. Then I heard a voice from the audience. It was Ellie again. "His name is Stu," she shouted.

"Well, Stu, said the woman, "so you think you're a real man. Tell me, have you ever had sex with another man."

I remained silent, but then I felt a tug below. The string around my testicles had been moved between my legs and one of the women was holding onto it with her hand behind me. It tugged me again, harder this time.

"If you're going to act, you have to be able to speak, Stu. Now answer the question." Another tug, and this time I couldn't stop a squeak, which made the audience laugh. I would have to talk in that voice.

"No I haven't," I said softly.

"I can't hear you," said the woman, and there was a stronger tug. I squeaked again and shouted out in pain, "No, I haven't slept with a man."

"Of course, you haven't, Stu," said the woman. "I can tell by your manly voice." She winked at the audience, which burst into laughter again. "Now you'll get to prove to your friend and the rest of us how a straight man resists the overtures of a gay man. Don't let us down. OK, actors, we're ready to begin." Unlike the previous three weeks, as she walked off, the stage went dark, and there was an excited buzz from the women in the audience.

The second the lights went out, the woman holding my string led me to the couch. I felt someone sitting down next to me, and the woman handed the string to that person and left the stage. The lights came up, and I saw it was Jilly sitting next to me on a couch holding the string. She was as naked as I was, and she looked even sexier up close than from the audience. I looked down and saw the string wound around my balls in one of her hands.

The first thing Jilly did was put the hand that wasn't holding the string behind my head and pull me to her face. She pressed her mouth against mine and gave me a deep French kiss. It seemed to last minutes, and when she pulled away, we were both out of breath and panting.

When she broke the clinch, she laughed. It was a light, good-natured laugh. "Stu," she said. "I know you want to get married, and my folks like you. You are great kisser, and you just proved what a great swordsman you are." She held my equipment up for display. "Too bad you are too tired for another round tonight." This brought some laughs from the audience.

"But Stu, my stupid brother and his friends keep telling me you're gay, or you go both ways. I don't believe them, but I'm just a little worried. I want to make sure the man I marry is all man. Are you that man, Stu?" She tugged the string.

"Yes," I squealed in my high voice, and the audience erupted in laughter again.

"My brother and his friends also say you wouldn't talk like you do if you were a real man," she said. "I've got to know for sure. So I asked you to fulfill a quest for me, just like men did in the old days, and you agreed. Your quest is a test that you'll be taking tonight to show me that you don't go for the guys and Jilly is the only girl for you.

"I know this won't be easy, but I have a reward for you. Even though I don't like anything put inside my ass, if you pass the test, you get to do it to me there. I know you really want to do that.

"But there's also a penalty if you don't pass. You promised you would service my two gay friends while I watch. I'll ask you again, Stu. Do you agree to all this or do you want to give me up?"

"Yes," I said quickly and found my quick response rewarded. There was no string pull, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, rubbing her large breasts across me a couple of times before she sat up again and said, "You are such a sweetie, Stu. I want to introduce you to my friends Bobo and Arnie." The two men came out onto the stage and stood in front of us. They looked much larger than they did from the audience, and their packages looked gigantic.

"We're going to start in a typical gay position," said Jilly merrily, as if she were explaining a game of hopscotch. "Bobo will lie down on the bed, and you'll get on your hands and knees on top of him, facing his feet. Using only his fingers and his mouth, he's going to try to get you hard and then make you come. Of course, I know that's disgusting to you, and you'll stay just as soft as you are now, right?"

"Yes," I squeaked quickly.

"One other thing. I know that you really get turned on by my body, and I want to be fair to you. So I'm going to put on my clothes now so you won't be distracted."

I watched as she put on some plain white panties, a schoolgirl's pleated skirt, a white blouse and some small shiny black shoes. It was all pretty modest except the blouse, which was too tight and showed some of her massive chest where it looped open because she didn't put on a bra.

When she was dressed, she took my hand and led me to the bed. During her dressing scene, she had never let my string out of one hand or the other.

Bobo was already on the bed when we got there. She positioned me over him, and I looked down and saw his long thick member lying limply between his legs and shuddered.

Jilly saw me and said, "Oh there's something I forgot to tell you, Stu. I don't want you looking at men's thingamajigs. During the test, I want you looking straight ahead at that red light or at the flat screen monitor next to it."

I looked up and saw the blinking red light and remembered all the video cameras set up around the stage and the two women who moved around in front of the stage with their cameras. All my humiliation was being recorded.

"Ready, set, go," said Jilly and giggled. She was now sitting next to the bed. "Oh wait," she said and came up to me and stuck something small and round into my ear. I barely felt it.

"Are you ready, Stu?" she asked when she sat down again. I hesitated and felt the tug of the string. "Yes," I squeaked and my voice was tiny but thunderous. I jumped at the sound and heard some squeals from the audience. I realized the thing in my ear was some kind of microphone amplifying my voice.

"Ready, set, go," she said again. I focused on looking straight ahead as I felt some hands softly manipulating my testicles. But then a mouth sucked my limp noodle in so powerfully that I couldn't control my body, which tried to shrink back and move away. My head went up in the air and came down. The mouth let go of me and Jilly got up.

"No, Stu, we can't have that," she said. "Remember, I said to look straight ahead. You can also look up, but never down, like you just did. If you do that again, there will be a penalty. If you want to look at Bobo's thing, then you're going to have to suck it, too. Do you understand?"




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02



"Yes," I squeaked quickly and stared straight at the light.

"Ready, set, go," she said after sitting down again. The hands began to manipulate me again and the mouth sucked me in. I stayed as rigid as I could and tried to think about something other than what he was doing to me. I thought about Ellie and got angry. I thought about the other guys in the audience who were thinking I was gay and would keep right on thinking that until it was their turn onstage. I tried to think about being in Antarctica in the freezing cold.

Nothing worked. Bobo's suction was so powerful that I was hard in less than a minute. Then he began lifting his head up and down while sucking and I felt myself getting more and more aroused. He slowed down for a while, and I caught my breath, but then he speeded up again, and I heard myself panting loudly on the speakers. My body began shaking out of control and my head snapped back. Oh no! It dropped down again for a second. I immediately aimed my eyes back at the light, but it was too late. "Stop!" I heard Jilly say.

She came over to me and said, "You were warned, Stu. Now I want you to suck Bobo while he's sucking you."

I stared straight at the light and ignored her. Maybe she would realize it wasn't my fault. I felt a gentle tug at the string, but I ignored it. Then the string was slowly pulled back, pulling my testes with it, and there was pain, sharp pain that was getting worse. I lowered my head and put my mouth on Bobo. The pulling stopped. I tried to collect myself, but there was another gentle tug. I sucked Bobo into my mouth and pulled my head back, lifting his long tool away from his body.

I felt him get harder in my mouth as Jilly said, "Use your tongue on him while you're sucking." I tried to move my tongue around in my mouth, and his entire length became rigid and pushed straight up at the roof of my mouth.

I felt his mouth begin to suck me in again and pull up and down slowly and then gradually increase speed. Jilly got up and came over to my head and put her hands around it and then pushed it down and pulled it up a few times at the same tempo as Bobo's mouth. She released my head and I continued to bob up and down in time with Bobo's mouth working on me.

I was trying not to think, but I wasn't succeeding, and things were getting very urgent down below, when Jilly said, "OK, you can stop, Stu." Now you know what it's like to suck Bobo, so don't look down again."

Relieved, I looked up again and saw that the flat screen monitor was now on, and the picture was going back and forth between the close-ups from the two video women in front of the stage. I saw Bobo working on my aroused member, and I saw my face looking into the camera and grimacing, trying to keep from coming.

Suddenly the suction on me increased tremendously, and my body lost control again. Too late, I realized that my head had dropped for a moment. Jilly stopped the action again and told me to get to work on Bobo again. As I did, she said, "Did I tell you that Bobo once told me he could suck a football inside out?" She giggled.

Bobo had slowed down again, and I found myself once more following his pace with my mouth. Then he began sucking harder and moving his head faster. I found myself doing the same.

My entire body was now shaking. I knew that I couldn't stop myself, but I tried anyway as the rhythm grew faster and faster. Jilly stood up and came over to me. She put her hands around my head and moved my head even faster as I began to groan. Finally, I could hold back no longer, and I exploded into Bobo's mouth. I stopped bobbing up and down on him as I did so, but Jilly's hands grasped me firmly and started my head moving again. On one of the upstrokes, I felt something erupting in my mouth, but Jilly wouldn't stop. Up and down I went as Bobo pumped into my throat one second and up into my nostrils the next. Thick cream began to flow out of my nose, and I breathed the mucous in and out along with the air. Finally, Jilly released my head and I pulled off of Bobo, gagging and spitting out his vile discharge.

I heard applause from the audience as I lifted my head up, and I also felt something going into my rear. It was soft and greasy, but it was followed by something long and thin. Then liquid began rushing into me.

"You failed the first test," Jilly said. She seemed to have lost her breath and her voice sounded almost as squeaky as mine. I realized she was getting turned on as much as the women in the audience.

"But don't worry, Stu, I'm going to give you another chance. Just in case you fail next time, though, we're giving you an enema to clean you out completely for the boys. But I'm sure you'll pass this time because you've already come, and it will be really hard to get you going again."

The tubing in my rear was pulled out, and Jilly pulled me up until I was standing. In a few minutes whatever was inside of me began working and I was shifting my feet rapidly. She pointed to the back of the stage, and I started walking in that direction. As soon as I stepped into the dark area, there were two white-robed women pressed against me on either side. One of them bent down and picked up the string that was trailing me on the floor. Both of them went in the bathroom with me, and afterward, they washed my ass thoroughly before leading me back into the light.

Jilly looked up and said, "OK, now that you're back and all clean inside, we can begin the second test. This time you're going to lie on your back and Arnie's going to get over you." Soon I was looking up into Arnie's crotch and feeling his tongue and fingers on me. "This time, you have to close your eyes and don't open them," said Jilly. I closed my eyes as Arnie went to work on me. In less than a minute he had me hard and squirming, and I opened my eyes for just a second. Jilly saw.

She walked over to the bed with her chair and sat down at the edge. "Pull him this way, boys," she said, "so his head is hanging off the bed." They moved me around until she was sitting behind me and my head was over the edge of the bed and in her lap.

"You know you opened your eyes and looked at Arnie, Stu, but this time all your have to do is suck. Arnie is going to do all the work. He's going to deposit into your mouth, but he'll warn you, because I don't want you to swallow. Remember, hold it in your mouth. No swallowing."

Arnie climbed up onto me and sat lightly on my chest, using his knees on either side of me to support himself. He pushed his tool into my mouth and began to move in and out rapidly as I sucked. Behind me, Jilly put her hands under my head and pushed the chair back so her lap wasn't supporting me anymore, only her hands. She slowly lowered my head as Arnie moved up. He was now going almost up and down into my mouth.

"I'm coming," he said softly, and I braced myself. He shot into my mouth like a pressurized water hose. Spurt after spurt went into me. I couldn't help swallowing some of it, and a lot went up my nasal cavity, but I managed to hold most of it in my mouth.

"Now, I want you to spit it out as hard as you can," said Jilly as she held my head up, facing forward. "I want to see it go really far down your body."

I gathered my strength and with a giant heave, I spit it out as hard as I could. I was concentrating so hard that I didn't notice she had lowered her hands again and dropped my head back. The giant mass of slimy white mess went straight up into the air as I watched, and then it came straight down and exploded on my face. I managed to close my eyes just in time, but it covered them and every inch of my face, and I sucked it into my mouth and nose as I breathed. The noise of me gagging and gasping was loud from the speakers, but I heard above it cheers, whistles and applause from the audience.

After a few minutes, Jilly came over with a big wet cloth and cleaned me up. Just as she finished, Arnie leaned over and sucked me in again. He worked quickly this time and I exploded within a minute. Again, I felt something stuck into my rear and liquid filling it up. This time it felt greasy and slimy.

"Don't worry," said Jilly as the tube was pulled from me. "That was just lubricant. We're going to give you one more chance."

The chance didn't last long. Even though I'd come twice in just a few minutes, I was soon hard in Bobo's mouth. The stuff sloshing inside of me didn't help. I couldn't control myself, and he lifted his head off me to show the white stuff coming out of me. It wasn't much this time, but it was still visible.

As I groaned with my release, I felt something at my rear again, and this time it was something hard and big. I looked up to see Arnie standing between my legs and pushing into me. He had recovered totally and was as hard as a telephone pole and almost as thick.

Now I heard myself making all kinds of desperate sounds from the loudspeakers as he kept pushing deeper, along with disgusting sounds of the lubricant being squeezed out of me. Finally, his balls prevented him from going further. Now he began to slowly move in and out.

I was so exhausted and in so much pain that I couldn't even think of anything to do to make it easier on me. I just made agonized high-pitched sounds in rhythm with his grunts, which got faster as he increased his speed.

He pulled out further and further and plunged all the way back, until with a loud pop he was out of me. But a second later, he was back all the way. The pops got louder and more frequent and the pain kept increasing as he did this faster and faster. It added another sound to the squishing of the lubricant, Arnie's grunts and my shrieks.

Finally, he drove in hard and stayed in as his semen burst into me. He collapsed onto me, and I felt as though his dead weight was as heavy as an elephant and he was crushing me. But a moment later, he got up and walked away.

I lay there on the bed in a heap, with a white greasy mixture dripping out of my rear, and Jilly came over to me and sat me up on the edge of the bed, facing her with my back to the audience. She stood a little to the side of me so the audience had a clear view of her, and a bright spotlight shone on her.

She turned toward me and began speaking. "I'm really sorry you failed the test, Stu, but you were trying so hard that I was really touched," she said. "I thought it over, and I decided that I'm going to marry you anyway. When you aren't making love to me, I'll enjoy watching you with your friends."

As she spoke, she unzipped her skirt, pulled it down and stepped out of it. Then she pulled off her panties, so she was dressed only in her little black shoes and her tight white blouse. She slowly turned around as she said, "I've even decided that I'll give in and let you put it in my ass." Then she spread her legs like a cheerleader and leaned forward while pulling apart her rear cheeks so I and the audience could see straight into her anus.

"How about it, Stu," she said with a giggle. "Are you up to it?"

I couldn't hold myself up any longer and collapsed onto the bed, the stage went dark and the audience erupted in laughter, cheers and applause.

While the stage was dark, Bobo and Arnie came over and lifted me up. They supported my hanging body as they walked to the center of the stage. The lights came up, and the tall lady was back at the microphone.

"I think that's the best show we've ever had at the club," she told the audience, "don't you agree?" The laughter, applause and cheers never stopped while she was speaking and got even louder when she asked the question.

"We want to thank Bobo, Arnie and Jilly for great performances, but mostly we want to thank Stu. You were a superb actor, and you're welcome to volunteer again whenever you want. Thank you so much, everybody. Good night."

The cheering continued for many more minutes and Jilly, Bobo and Arnie bowed many times. Each time they bowed, they pulled my body down to bow with them. Finally the audience began leaving, and the men carried me to the back of the stage, deposited me into a chair and left. I felt activity about me, but I was oblivious. The only thing I could feel was the tremendous pain inside my anus and the utter humiliation in my mind.

I didn't even think about Ellie until I looked up and saw her standing in front of me holding my clothes. I wondered for a moment how long she had been there. Time was something I couldn't comprehend at that point.

Her face was long, but I was disgusted to see that it was also red. She had gotten off on my degradation, the same as she had with those other men.

"Can you get up," she finally said softly. I didn't answer, but I succeeded in propping myself up and then pushing myself out of the chair. She helped me get dressed, and then she put her arms around me to support me as we walked. I wanted to push her away, but I knew that if I did, I would collapse.

Slowly we worked our way out. She was breathing hard from holding me up, and I was wincing with each step as I felt stabs of pain in my anus. She opened the rear door of our car and I fell across the seat. She pushed my feet in, slammed the door and drove home slowly as I tried to find a position with the least amount of pain. Neither of us said a word.

Somehow, she got me up the stairs and into the bed. I feel into a deep sleep instantly, and when I awoke, she was sitting next to me with a worried look. "What time is it?" I said.

"It's Sunday afternoon," she answered. I had slept 15 hours straight. I felt hungry, but when I tried to get up, the pain was there again. "I'll go down and get you something to eat," she said.

The horrible burning pain in my anus and the stabs of pain when I walked took a long time to go away. Ellie tried to convince me to see a doctor, but I refused. We didn't say anything about the club for a couple of days after that awful night. Ellie was the first one to bring it up. She didn't cry, probably because she knew that would really turn me off, but I could see that her eyes were moist.

She said that whether I believed her or not, she was really sorry for what she had put me through. She was told that any pain and discomfort would be gone by the next day.

"So let me get this straight," I said. "You're telling me that you're sorry for the pain, but you didn't mind humiliating and degrading me for the pleasure of all those people, including you."

"I'm sorry for that too," she said. "You're right. What I did to you was something that was terrible, and I have no excuse, only an explanation that is true but doesn't help. The fact is, I don't know what came over me. All I knew was that no matter what you said, I needed more of the club. It was like I was addicted. Then Joanne told me that if I volunteered you, I would get the video to watch, even if I was no longer able to attend. I knew it was wrong to agree, but I couldn't stop myself."

"The video!" I shouted. "I forgot all about the video."

"Don't worry," she said. "Joanne told me the club has an online archive and only bona fide members with passwords can get into it and watch the videos. It's not going out all over the Internet."

"That doesn't mean anything," I said. "Someone could hack the site, or steal it some other way -- tomorrow or next month or next year."

"I hope not," said Ellie with a worried look.

That was the end of our discussion about the club. Ellie never brought it up again, and I tried to put it out of my mind.

It took a month and a half until all the pain was gone, but even before that we had already resumed sex. At first, it was subdued and tentative, but slowly we relaxed again and built up a head of steam. A few months later, we were as wild as we had ever been.

The next time we got together with Velma and Bob, I caught Velma staring at me. When the girls were out of earshot, Bob said, "She's been watching your video. It turns her on even more than mine, so I suppose I should thank you." He didn't sound very thankful.

"You're welcome," I said, and I also didn't mean it.

Every once in a while, I would catch a woman, usually accompanied by a man, looking at me, maybe in a restaurant or a bar. When I looked at them, they would smile an inviting smile at me, but I never talked to them.

About six months later, I came home early and heard sounds coming from the computer as I walked in the door. I quietly walked to the door of the study and saw Ellie there watching the computer monitor as if in a trance. It was the video of my performance at the club. I almost gagged, but tiptoed quietly back to the front door and made a lot of noise as I opened it. I heard the computer speakers go off in a hurry and the office chair rolling away from it, but she didn't come out.

"Ellie," I said, "are you home?" I walked into the study and found her facing a bookshelf. "I'll be there in a minute," she said with her back to me. I walked up to her and turned her around. She was breathing heavily, and her faced was beet red.

"Are you OK?" I said.

"Yes. I don't know why I'm so flush," she said. "I'll check if I have a fever." She almost ran up the stairs and I heard the water running in the bathroom. In five minutes she was back and her face was the normal color. "It was nothing," she said.

That night was one of our wilder nights, and we both wore ourselves out. But while she fell asleep right afterward, I stayed awake and thought.

It disturbed me that Ellie was using the video of my degradation to get her excited for our lovemaking, and I wanted to stop her. But if I stopped her, it might stop our wonderful nights of wild abandon. Finally, I decided that since we were never going back to that club, and my body was recovered, I wouldn't make a big deal out of it.

But to this day, I can't completely erase the feelings that come up in me when I think about the video. And I only think about it after a great time in bed with Ellie. Then I always wonder if she watched it earlier in the day. And whenever I see a balloon hawker at the park, no matter whom I'm with, I automatically change the direction I'm walking to get as far away as possible as fast as I can.



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 03: Social Accessory



Many thanks to bythewx for first editing and improving this story and to Alex R. for further editing to make it even better. 

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It was a big city, but successful people tend to run in the same circles.

Sometimes Nick Long would bump into one of them at a party. Sometimes he faced them across a conference table.

The first time he had business meetings with them, their assistants were surprised that he knew their bosses. The women were all high-powered executives, but a generation older than Nick, who was the hot newcomer.

Even more surprising to the subordinates was Nick's demeanor. He was known for being cool, smart, confident and focused. But the women seemed to know how to rattle him. Sometimes one of them leaned over and whispered something into his ear, and his face would flush and beads of sweat would appear on his upper lip.

There were other young, good-looking, hard-working and ambitious hustlers. To accomplish what he had at such a young age meant Nick must have had an ego as big as any of them, but no one ever saw it. What impressed everyone who met him was his self-deprecating sense of humor. When he made a mistake, he'd often point out his shortcomings in an ingratiating, often funny way. Women loved that in him, and men enjoyed dealing with him because he was a straight shooter.

Once, a female assistant came up to him after a conference looking concerned.

"I overheard two of the women on another team talking about you," she said. "One told the other you should give the two of them a commission on everything you make because if it hadn't been for them, you would have been just a small-time pretty-boy? What did she mean by that?"

"Those two just like to talk like that," Nick said. "Don't pay any attention to it."

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From an early age, Nick knew he looked different from others. The mothers of his playmates doted on him, and as he grew older, girls and boys both buzzed around him.

When he became a teenager, several of his parents' friends told him he looked just like James Dean, and when he found photos of the actor online, he began combing his hair the same way. Because others were taken by his looks, he developed a self-confidence and optimism that made him even more attractive.

He didn't abuse this power, though. He just took advantage of it, and when he needed money while attending college, he found the perfect job for his talents. He applied to a local escort service and was hired immediately. Soon he became the most expensive male escort on the staff.

At his hiring interview, his female boss told him to be careful with his clients.

"Many of them will want sex," she said, "and you might be offered large tips for extra services. We are not in the out-call industry. Our company is licensed and bonded and offers only legitimate escorts. If we find out that you are hiring out as a gigolo, we will fire you immediately.

"And don't let your co-workers tell you different. We know some of them are crossing the line. We are not a detective agency, but eventually, the facts come to light, and when they do, they will be finished here."

"Don't worry," Nick assured her. "I'm in my senior year, and next year I'll be attending business school. I'm not going to jeopardize my career by getting into anything shady. You promised me that if I do well, you would raise my salary to where I could eventually get up to 50 percent more. That's plenty for me. I'm going to refuse to take any tips so that there will be no misunderstandings with the clients."

"You're a smart young man," said his boss. "I have a feeling you'll be earning our top rate in no time." And she was right. He was there in six months.

Within a few days after he had started, he found out from the other escorts, both men and women, that his boss had recited her standard warning for newcomers mostly to cover herself in case there was ever an arrest. The other employees told him that even though she was telling the truth about her company being high class and mostly legit, all of them were offered tips for sex on such a regular basis that she had to know.

They also warned him that if he didn't supply what the clients wanted, he might have trouble developing a regular clientele, which was where the real money was.

So he wasn't surprised when many of his clients offered him large tips and asked him to join them for a nightcap in their homes. But he never took them farther than their front doors, and when they kissed him goodnight, he was polite but unresponsive.

As a result, he dealt with more than his fair share of angry, drunken women. What surprised him, though, was that after some of these explosions, several women hired him again, and some even became regulars. The regulars were all successful single women, mostly around 10 to 20 years older than him. Most were divorced or widowed. Some didn't see him for months at a time, and when they hired him again, they often told him about a relationship that had gone sour.

Regular or not, many clients were angry when he didn't deliver as much service as they expected. Sometimes, after few drinks loosened their tongues, they told him he was insulting and demeaning them and shouldn't be allowed to be in the escort business. Yet they continued to call him.

"You're Mr. Reliable," one explained. "I know you're cocky and narcissistic, but at least you're polite, polished and well mannered, and will never embarrass me at a business function. That's why I keep coming back to you, even though you think I'm a disgusting old woman. You probably have a beautiful girlfriend, don't you?"

"I don't think you're disgusting or old," he'd reply. He knew exactly what to say. "You're a beautiful, alluring woman, and someday you're going to find a man who's wild about you. And I don't have a steady girlfriend. I'm too busy with school and this job for a relationship."

Sometimes, he added icing to the cake. "When I'm with you," he'd say, "I'm tempted to break the company rules, but I'm not only afraid of being caught. I also know that there's no such thing as 'no strings attached.' I don't want to become the sad story that you tell your next escort."

After he used that line one time, his date loudly exclaimed, "You liar!" Heads turned at the restaurant, but she laughed after she said it. "I'm sorry, Nick," she said. "You're good, you're really good."

He prided himself on being the perfect fashion accessory. The women who could afford him were impeccably dressed when he went to pick them up. His good looks, solid body and appropriate attire complemented them and their outfits. That's what his goal was, to be the accessory to their outfits, and he usually succeeded.

He enjoyed sex, and from his female friends he knew that many women had strong libidos. Almost all his clients lived alone, and he felt how high the sexual tensions were some evenings when he was with them. He tried his best to keep things light and defuse their frustration, but when he brought them home, sometimes their guards came down and they would almost beg him to come inside. They told him later that what they really hated was his cool politeness. It made them feel even more humiliated and mortified that they were burning with desire and all he was thinking about was that his shift was almost over.

The way he found out how they felt happened one night when he was escorting Winnie Barton to dinner and an art auction. She was an executive at a hedge fund and a regular, and the dinner conversation went smoothly. No soothing or comforting was required this night, and he could relax while they talked about her career and his plans. She mentioned that he would be taking her to one of the luxury hotels downtown after the auction was over at 9 because she and some friends in her women's support group were spending the weekend there together.

For a moment, Nick was disconcerted. He had picked up Winnie at her townhouse and had no idea they'd end up at a hotel. Hotels were always trouble, whether it was a businesswoman in from out of town or a local. He felt there was something about a hotel that got women in heat and made them more insistent and less reasonable. But he figured if she was meeting friends, there wouldn't be any trouble.

He parked his car in the hotel lot, and they took the elevator up into the lobby and then another elevator to the 14th floor. He walked her down the hall and when they got to her room, she stuck the card into the slot, turned the handle and pushed in. He waited politely to exchange "goodnights."

She turned and smiled at him, and he saw trouble in her eyes. "Nick," she said. "We've known each other a long time. You know I have feelings for you that I can't hide. I would love to give you a really nice gift if you could at least pretend for a night that you felt the same way. Am I really so unattractive to you?"

Nick looked into her eyes, as he usually did when he gave a variation of the response he had recited many times. "Winnie," he started, "you are a beautiful woman, and any man would be flattered by --" Because he was looking into her eyes, he didn't see her backing into the room and five women walking down the hall toward him, three from one side and two from the other. As the women converged behind him and began pushing forward, he stopped talking and looked to see what was going on.

Before he knew what was happening, he was swept into the hotel room and though they were smaller than him, three of them tackled him around the waist while the other three pulled his feet out from under him. He fell hard onto a thick, plush carpet, and the next thing he knew a big round ball of cloth was pushing his face down.

Later he found out the round ball was the well-padded rear of Jocelyn Smith, another regular client. He felt his shoes being removed, his belt opened, his fly unzipped, his pants pulled off and his boxers removed, all done lightning fast by so many hands that he couldn't count them. Then he felt some hands at his crotch and his testicles being moved around.

"All done," said Winnie as Jocelyn got up from his face. He started to say something, but one of his socks was pushed into his mouth, and now another woman sat on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Winnie began to speak again.

"Take it easy, Nick. We're going to take the sock out of your mouth in a second. When we do, we'd like you to get up and sit down on the couch and we'll tell you what this is all about.

"Before you do anything, there is something you need to know. We've slipped some string around your balls and made a slip knot with it, sort of like on a Yo-Yo. The string is thin but extremely strong and not very tight right now, but if someone pulls it, she will be pulling your balls away from your body. That can hurt. If someone pulls it too far, it could rip your balls free and send them flying. We would try to find them and call 911, but we understand they don't survive too long when that happens, so we hope that won't be necessary. Do you feel that little tug? That's how it will start. Did you understand what I said? Nod if you did. Good. Now nod again if you agree to remain quiet. Great. Take the sock out ladies."

Once he was sitting on the couch, he looked around in amazement. Six of his clients were sitting around him, two on the couch next to him and the others in chairs pulled up to the couch. All were rich, powerful and highly respected businesswomen and philanthropists in town. Their ages ranged from 37 to 53. What in the world were they doing? He felt a tug and looked down into his lap to see his testicles had been pulled slightly forward. Jocelyn was holding the other end of the string.

"You need to pay attention," Winnie was saying. "We've got a lot of ground to cover before we get you home by midnight. You told me you don't have anything scheduled for early tomorrow, but we'd still like you to be rested up so you are able to study for school by Sunday afternoon."

"You're probably wondering why we would all be here participating in something so bizarre. I don't really know, but I can give you one word that we have been saying a lot for the last two months. Yes, we've been planning tonight's party for a long time.

"The word is 'frustration.' At one of our women's group meetings, we decided to admit to ourselves and each other that we are all sexually frustrated. We have the money to buy relief, but we are mostly repulsed by the people who are selling. As we talked, all of us kept coming back to you, and how you were the most frustrating of all the men we knew.

"One reason is that you aren't an evil, manipulative sadist. We all know how to deal with men like that, and we can usually twist them around to get what we need from them. But you are oblivious. For you, we aren't even real flesh-and-blood women. You do your job like a dog-walker. Yes, you are the dog walker, and we are your bitches.

"But, Nick, you aren't in the dog-walking business. You are in the escort business. Every man and woman knows that escorts provide a service, and if they are offered a big enough tip, they provide an additional service. It goes with the job, even when it's against the law.

"As we talked about you, the discussion got us so worked up that we looked at each other, and we realized that we had to do something. But what? We discussed it, and we decided you needed to be to educated on what it means to be degraded and humiliated like you've made us feel.

"You need to learn that when you go into any line of work, you need to put all your effort into it and give the customers what they expect to get from you, and then go the extra mile, so that they are satisfied and enjoy doing business with you. Because you are so pretty, things have come too easily for you. But looks don't last, and the universe doesn't center around Nick Long. Things can change quickly, and you have to learn to deal with situations that may not be as easy as they have been up to now.

"We've all learned those lessons the hard way, and so will you. But you're lucky, because we've condensed them into one night. You're not going to like them, but at least our relationships with you are going to end with a bang. It's a win-win tonight. You'll get some important lessons, and we'll get a video."

Nick looked around and saw that two of the women had video cameras.

"We can afford expensive equipment," said Winnie. "We've got every light in the room turned on, but these cameras work fine on low illumination as well. We want clear views of your humiliation, from close up and far away and from every angle.

"We've divided the evening into three parts. The first one starts with a little play, starring you and Jocelyn. You're going to sit here on the couch and she will sit next to you. I'll tell you what to do. You're looking down. Don't worry about your naked equipment. We'll be shooting from the waist up for now. That's why we only took off your pants and underwear.

"OK, Jocelyn, we're ready. I'm going to give Nick the plot, and the two of you are going to improvise. You are the best improviser we've ever met. Whatever we've thrown at you in restaurants and other places, you react smoothly and naturally in a voice that sounds totally sincere. That's what we want you to do in our play.

"Jocelyn goes to high school, and you are on your second date with her. You are trying hard to get to first base, but she's shy and won't give in right away. Your goal is to get her big boobs out of her bra and her blouse and suck them as hard as you can.

"Jocelyn's boobs are all natural and, like two large footballs, big and fat and tapered at the end. I know you're angry, but once you see them, we hope you're really going to get into this scene. Even if you don't, you need to be convincing because we are prepared to do retakes as often as we need to for this play. I told you our goal is to get you home by midnight, but if you don't cooperate, it's not our fault.

"OK, start talking and moving your hands. Not too fast. You've got to make it realistic. She's shy and this is her first time going this far with a man."

Nick looked at Jocelyn, who was trying to keep from cracking up while holding a shy, demure look as she was looking down at his penis.

He began talking to her and after a couple of false starts, he got into the flow and began using his soothing voice to tell her how beautiful she was, how pretty her breasts were and how he would love to worship them and -- as he began unbuttoning her blouse -- how soft her skin was and how full and round and perfect her breasts were, and -- as he pulled her bra down -- how her nipples shone like stars in the sky, and -- as he placed his mouth over one nipple -- how he wanted to drink from the big dipper, and -- just before he began to suck -- how he wanted to drown in her beauty.

The room was totally silent except for the sound of his voice and Jocelyn's breathing that was getting deeper and deeper. When his tongue began caressing her nipple, there was a little peep from her mouth, like a baby chick, and then another one came out as he began gently sucking. Now, he heard more deep breaths and lifted his head, still sucking hard. As he pulled Jocelyn's breast into the air, he heard a gasp and looked at the other women. Everyone except those holding the cameras looked like they were in a trance and as they watched him.

"Cut," said Winnie, and her voice sounded strange. "That was great, Nick. We all knew you were amazing, but we had no idea how amazing.

"Now you and Jocelyn are on your third date, and you're trying to get to third base. Your goal is to get her to let you pull her panties off and to put your head between her thighs and your tongue between her legs. Once she lets you, you need to make her come. I don't think it'll take long."

By now, Nick figured he might as well cooperate to get out of there as quickly as he could. He began flattering Jocelyn, telling her how beautiful she was, and how desirable. How every part of her body was exciting and beautiful to him, how much he wanted to worship her and how he knew a way to please her so much that she would feel as though she were in a dream. Gradually, he worked his way between her legs, and then she slowly spread them wide and he plunged into a huge forest of brown, curly hair, searching for the clearing in the forest. Finally, he found it, and he entered it with his tongue.

She was lying on the couch, and she jumped into the air as his tongue first touched her. She began writhing as he moved his tongue all around inside her, with the most attention paid to her clitoris. Suddenly, she was shaking wildly and screaming and shoving herself into his face. When she finally calmed down, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead, but she was so out of breath that she couldn't say anything.

Winnie didn't have to say "Cut" this time. The videographers knew when the scene was over, as well as the others. They were all beet red.

After everyone calmed down, Winnie spoke again. "OK, the last scene of this drama is the kinky one. You're on the 10th date, and you want to try something different. You've had intercourse several times, and she seems willing to do everything, so you want to see how far she will go.

"You're going to tell her what a beautiful ass she has, only don't use the word 'ass.' You're very polite, so I'm sure you'll figure out something cute. You're telling her how round and symmetrical it is and how the cheeks are so soft and spongy and how you want to pull them wide apart and look inside and then get between them so that your cheeks are touching her cheeks and how you want to lick the cute little wrinkly hole between her cheeks and then stick your tongue inside and that you don't care what it tastes like or smells like because you want to inhale her and lick her and eat her ass like a chocolate ice cream cone.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 03: Social Accessory



"Your goal is to get her on her hands and knees and push your face into her butt from behind as far as you can and make love to her with your tongue until she is writhing around. Don't look like that. We know it's disgusting. That's why it will be such a challenge for you and so rewarding for us. Of course, Jocelyn is going to be shocked at first and pretend that you're totally sick. I guess we are all pretty sick for thinking this one up. Whose idea was it anyway? Nobody is admitting it. Are you ready Jocelyn? OK, begin."

Nick looked at Winnie and Jocelyn and the others. He looked at Jocelyn's generous breasts which were rapidly rising and falling with her excitement. He felt sick. Up to now, he had been cooperative, but he couldn't stick his tongue in a woman's ass. He made no move to open his mouth.

Then he felt a tug from below and looked down. His testicles were pulled slightly forward again. They looked odd, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. As he watched. they were tugged a couple more times and he saw them swinging back and forth. Then he saw them slowly move further away from his crotch and felt a pulling sensation. They continued to move slowly forward, and he began panting quickly trying to control the feeling of discomfort. Now there was pain, and it was increasing by the second. He was breathing in and out so fast that he felt as though he was ready to faint. Tears were coming out of his eyes and his teeth were clamped together.

Then suddenly, the pain stopped. The string went slack again. He breathed slower as he recovered. He heard Winnie's voice speaking. "OK, begin," she said. He hesitated, and then he felt the string begin pulling forward again, very slowly, not uncomfortable at all yet. "OK," he gasped. "I'm ready. Just give me a second."

"No problem," said Winnie. "Take a few seconds to motivate yourself. We want you to sound really sincere, like you are the biggest perv in the world."

Finally, Nick began, but he was nervous and he rushed his words.

"We need more emotion," said Winnie. "You really have to eat out Jocelyn's ass or you'll die of frustration. Do you understand? You've got to persuade her to open up to your tongue even though she's scared and probably disgusted."

Nick began again, but again he didn't sound like he meant it. There were a couple of hard tugs at the string, and he cried out in pain. "That's how much you are hurting to get into Jocelyn's ass, Nick," prompted Winnie. "Show her how much you're dying to do that."

The third time, Nick took a different approach. He pretended to be shy about asking Jocelyn to give him what he wanted. He looked down and spoke into her lap.

"What did you say, Nick?" said Jocelyn.

He repeated his request.

"I don't think I heard you clearly," said Jocelyn. Nick looked at Winnie and she was nodding up and down, encouraging him, indicating he was on the right track.

"Did you just say what I think you said?" Jocelyn said, sounding slightly taken aback. "Get your face up here and look at me. Now tell me right to my face what you just said."

"Jocelyn, dear, I'm going to die unless you let me push my face between your beautiful round ass cheeks and stick my tongue so far inside that I can taste something sweeter than your mom's apple pie."

"You disgusting animal!" Jocelyn screamed and slapped his face so hard it almost knocked him off the couch.

He jumped up in shock and rubbed his face, feeling the sting of his bruise. "What the hell?" he said and looked angrily at her and then at Winnie, who was laughing.

"That was great," Winnie said. "Sit down, Nick. We wanted to make this realistic, and you and Jocelyn sure did. You spoiled the end of it, because you were supposed to keep on pleading, but we'll fix it up when we edit. Now we're starting a second after she hits you and knocks you away. You are holding your cheek in pain and surprise, but you keep on going, telling her how there's nothing to be ashamed of, how you love every part of her body, that nothing is dirty unless you think it is. And that she's going to feel so special with your tongue inside her, who else would do that for her, who else thinks she's that special? Think of some more stuff like that."

Nick began softly again and while Jocelyn protested, he slowly became more insistent and soothing at the same time until she slowly got on her hands and knees on the couch. He got behind her and pried her cheeks apart slowly. God, they were huge. Ugh. She was all hairy and sweaty inside, and it did not smell good. He couldn't do this. He dropped his head down and stopped where he was, frozen. About 10 seconds later he felt a tug.

He raised his head again and looked where he was going. There it was, in the middle of all that wet hair, a puckered disk. How was he going to put his tongue into that? He began to gag and this time lifted his head up and into the air, breathing deeply.

He had to stop thinking. He put his head down again. He was an ass-eating machine moving into Jocelyn's anus. A machine doesn't think. A machine starts licking and pushing into the middle of it. A machine doesn't mind the thick smelly hair around the hole, the hair that's going into the machine's mouth and tasting horrible. A machine keeps licking as the pucker moves a little, contracting and then loosening again. A machine's tongue begins to probe and push in. It's tight for the tongue, but the machine keeps pushing it further.

Now the machine's tongue is being squeezed and released by the asshole, but the machine isn't going to throw up. It's going to open its machine mouth wider and push in further. Now the machine can't go in any further. The next time the asshole loosens the machine is going to pull its tongue out and then push it back in, like a machine piston, steadily back and forth. The asshole is squeezing tighter right now. The machine can barely breathe. There is not enough air coming in through the thick hair around the hole. The machine is grinding to a stop.

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Nick awoke with a damp washrag wiping his face off and Winnie's face smiling down at him. "You were really getting into that," she said. "You pushed up so far inside her that you ran out of oxygen and fainted. But I think you're all right now. I saw some of the video playback. It was unbelievable.

"You look fine now, and you're ready for Part Two, which will be simple, because you've already done it. We're going into the bedroom and you're going to use your tongue on each of us to get us off. We'll film everything so all of us can look at the video later and remember the night 'Mighty Nick' finally serviced us. Some of us also want to ride you or want you to plow them, and some of us now want some of that ass-licking you did so enthusiastically. But no more plays, just straight sweaty sex in all sorts of positions.

"The only thing unusual is we're going to make sure you don't get off until we're ready. Oh, we have one more surprise for you, and we want you to be really excited when we spring it. So we might use a cock ring or something else to stop you when it looks like you're getting close. You might get a little uncomfortable, but I promise you a huge orgasm later."

Nick listened passively. He would do what they asked and try to get them to orgasm as quickly as possible so he could get this over with. He felt like a whore in a whorehouse trying to finish her customers quickly to get to the next trick.

With only an occasional tug from the string, he performed to everybody's satisfaction. The two women who wanted full-out sex were satisfied with his energy. He was hard enough to please them, but he didn't feel much pleasure, and they never had to use anything to keep him from coming.

The last few women wanted the ass-licking treatment, and by now he felt so degraded, he didn't even care. One by one, they got up on the bed on their hands and knees and he pushed his face between their cheeks.

While he ate them out, others played with his equipment, and a few slippery fingers pushed in and out of his anus. He didn't like how it felt, but at least they were covered with lube and didn't hurt.

He was now close to the end, one more ass to service after this one. Through the cheeks around his ears he heard a sound that sounded like the hotel room door opening and shutting. He moved on to the last ass.

It was Winnie, and she was kneeling on the carpet instead of the bed. He got down on the floor behind her, and she began talking to him.

"That's it. Lick up and down my crack and across my hole. Tickle it just a little. Now push your tongue in slightly. Oooh, that feels so wonderful. Keep pushing in slowly, not too fast, now pull back out. I washed back there, so I'm nice and clean. Now push back in and pull back out. It's like you're making love to my ass. What a feeling!

"Now I want to try something else. Keep pushing your tongue in and open your mouth wide so you can get in even further. It looks so sexy on the video to see your wide open mouth over someone's asshole, even if you can't see the tongue. You're really deep now. I don't think I'm as hairy as Jocelyn, so you should be able to breathe through your nose. Oh, you're even deeper, keep pushing until you can't go any further and then stop, but don't pull out.

"OK, are you ready? I'm going to clamp down on your tongue with my ass muscles as tight as I can. There, I think you can feel that.

"Now try to pull your tongue out. Pull harder. I think I did it. I've got you in my grip so tight that your face and my ass are like one. I'm going to move my ass around now. See how your face comes with it. This is great. OK girls, we're ready."

Ready for what, thought Nick, and then he felt some fingers in his ass again. It seemed like they were sticking something inside him. It was some more grease.

But then he felt something else. It wasn't a finger, and it wasn't two fingers. It was wider than that. They must be pushing a dildo inside of him. He tried to lift his head to see, but his tongue was trapped inside Winnie's bowels. He moved his rear from side to side to try to stop the thing from going deeper, but it kept moving into him. He felt hands on his cheeks, prying them apart as the thing moved in further. It was huge and stretching him painfully as it kept going. Finally it hit bottom.

When the thing in his ass stopped, he felt Winnie shift, and then she began crawling forward. As she did, her tightly clenched ass muscle pulled at his tongue. It was pulling the tongue out of his mouth. He quickly moved forward and when he did, he pulled away from the thing in his rear. It was so big that even with the lubrication, it was pulling at his insides and hurting them as it came out. Winnie stopped, and the thing pushed forward until it was all the way in again.

Once more, Winnie began moving forward and pulling his face with her. This time the thing in him pulled further out, causing more agony. When she stopped, it slammed into him and he screamed, but no sound came out from between Winnie's cheeks.

This continued a few more agonizing times, and then Winnie began to get up off her knees. As her rear went higher it pulled his face up until she was standing and he was kneeling behind her with his face still inside her cheeks. Behind him, the painful dildo moved, too, still buried in him.

"How did that look on video?" said Winnie. "OK, get ready. I'm going to release him now." As she said this, the muscles around his tongue loosened and before she could change her mind he ripped his tongue out of her hole and began breathing deeply to recover. He felt hands go around his waist from behind lifting him up from his knees until he was standing. The thing inside him moved up with him, and now he looked back to see it.

"No!" he shouted when he saw a large man smiling at him. The man pulled his hands back from around Nick and held him on each side of his waist. Then the man's pelvis went into action, pushing in and pulling out of him slowly, then faster. Nick was filled with so much pain inside that he almost forgot about how humiliated he felt.

The man began bumping Nick from behind, pushing him forward, then slamming into him again. He bumped him around the room standing up. Nick saw the women with their jaws dropped and their eyes wide.

After a few turns around the bedroom, the man bumped Nick toward the living room and the women followed. Nick was now moaning, not loudly, but steadily. The man marched him across the living room to the couch, turned around and sat down, pulling Nick down on his lap. Now the man began bouncing up and down on the couch bringing Nick up and down with him. As his rear was bumped, Nick was forced up off the huge tool and then dropped back onto it. He felt like his insides were being torn apart.

"Would you ladies like to see a gape," the man said in a melodious voice.

"Oh, yes," said some of them, while the others giggled nervously.

The man grabbed Nick's legs behind the knees and leaned back on the couch, pulling Nick back with him. Nick's legs were now up in the air and the man was rocking him back and forth on his huge pole. Faster and faster they went, and then there was a loud pop as the man quickly yanked Nick way back, ripping his tool out of Nick. Nick's moan turned into a shriek as his legs were held up in the air. He saw the women bending down for a look at the hole opened between his butt cheeks and felt another wave of shame.

The man lowered Nick back onto his tool and repeated the process for a few more pops, to the delight of the women. Then he put his hands behind Nick, lifted Nick's butt into the air and began pumping straight up into him from below.

As the man's tool moved so fast that it was a blur and Nick was panting and shrieking, Winnie clapped and said, "OK girls, we promised Nick we'd get him off. Who volunteers?"

Everyone volunteered, but she chose Jocelyn. The man continued to pump into the moaning Nick as she covered her hands in lube and came over to him. At first he didn't feel anything, and when he did, it was just another irritation added to the agony taking place inside his ass.

"He's not responding," Jocelyn said.

"That's why I brought this," said Winnie, handing her a plastic bulb with a receptacle attached to a long tube. "It's a breast pump, but I think it will help us help get Nick hard. Put the suction cup at the tip of Nick's dick while I turn the machine on."

The women squeezed around the two men and watched as the end of Nick's tool was pulled gently into the suction cup and then released. At first Nick didn't feel anything, even when the women oohed as they saw his large penis begin to rise. Then he felt a little tickling, followed by a slight feeling of urgency between his legs.

When his penis was sticking straight ahead and rock hard, Jocelyn pulled the tube away and went at him with her hands again. But the pain of the man pounding into his anus was too strong and he wilted once again.

Back came the suction cup. "This time build him up a little longer," suggested Winnie. "Once you see his body start thrusting at the cup, he'll be ready for your hands."

Jocelyn teased him with the suction cup until his breathing changed. His pants became more irregular and also his shrieks. As he began moving his body against the suction cup, she got her hands around him again and began pumping as hard as she could.

Before she could bring him off, she heard the man below him start breathing rapidly and saying "Whoa!" over and over again. She pumped Nick harder with her greasy hands.

The man below him caught his breath and stopped for a moment then slammed hard into Nick and released inside him. A second later, Nick's head snapped back and he gave a huge yell that mixed pain with relief as he spurted a huge white stream into the air in front of him, some of it splattering on the faces that were pressed in to watch the proceedings. Jocelyn kept pumping him to the last drop and then let go and looked at the other women.

"What a finale!" said Winnie.

From the heap he had fallen into on the couch, Nick saw the women pay the man and send him on his way. Then they were all over him, stroking him, congratulating him and comforting him.

They got him dressed, but he was like a rag doll and staggered when he stood up. He quickly sat down again. "One of you follow me when I drive his car to his home," said Winnie. "When I get him safely inside, you can drive me home."

She turned to Nick. "In case this is the last time we see you," she said, "I want to tell you that from my experience you'll be sore for about a week inside your ass. We could have gotten someone much larger, but we wanted to make sure that you weren't torn back there.

"I want to thank you for participating in a memorable evening, even though reluctantly. I can't wait to see that video, and I have a feeling I'm going to be watching it whenever I have a long night alone in the future. So, thanks again for that.

"We're not going to offer you a tip, because we know you don't accept them, but we have a special gift for you, which will arrive later. Now let's go home."

The next day, Nick called his boss and resigned. She offered to increase his salary, and when that didn't change his mind, she threatened him, telling him she knew that he had received tips from clients for giving them sex. That's when he hung up on her.

A few days later, she called and apologized and said she was surprised to find out that he had always followed her rules. She offered him a huge raise to come back, but he explained that he had enough money to pay for school and was finished escorting. She said she understood that he was probably going into business for himself because he didn't need her and that she had no hard feelings because he had been an excellent employee. She told him to be careful because working for a bonded agency might not be as lucrative as going solo, but it was safer. He thanked her for the advice.

He tried to forget his escort career and focused on his studies, and he did well. He made many friends in business school who became valuable contacts when he graduated. Almost from the day he began his first job, he became a superstar.

As always, his looks helped, but he also worked long hours and took on bigger challenges than most of his competition, and his newly developed sense of humor about himself worked for him, too. He was aware how all this paid off big for him, but occasionally, he found himself shaking his head.

The kinds of deals he was working on had big payoffs, but they were also more likely to fall apart. The industry average in his area was only around 30 percent. What amazed him, and everyone else, was that his average was an amazing 50 percent.

In tricky situations where everything could blow up if just one little part didn't go right, that part would go right more often than it should. He knew he was good, but he didn't think he was that good.

Then, he ran into Jocelyn at a party given by one of his biggest clients. He saw her across the room and tried to steer his date as far from her as he could. But Jocelyn spotted him, and he couldn't move fast enough as she made a beeline for him.

"How are you, Nick?" she said. "How do you like our present?"

"Hi, Jocelyn," he said, and introduced her to his date. "What present are you talking about?"

"Don't you remember?" she said, as his face began to redden. "We promised you a present. I think we've been pretty generous."

"I'm sorry, Jocelyn," he said, "but I still don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do," she said, "but maybe you haven't made the connection, because we decided not to send a card. Think about it, and you'll get it."

She turned to Nick's date. "It was nice meeting you," she said. "Nick is quite an impressive guy, but I'm sure I don't need to tell you that. I've got to join some friends now."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 03: Social Accessory



As she walked away, his date looked at him quizzically. He shrugged his shoulders. "Don't ask me," he said. "I never received any presents from her."

Three days later, after concluding another improbable deal, he suddenly realized what Jocelyn had been talking about. He was so rattled that he went to a nearby hotel and sat down at a table in the dark bar. It was noon, and the bar was nearly deserted, so nobody disturbed him while he sat there nursing four drinks for two hours while his mind was racing.

Finally, he gave up. He realized that Jocelyn and her women's group had been involved in some of his success, pulling levers behind the scenes, but he couldn't figure out which deals he had done by himself and which they had helped with. He even wondered for a moment if he had done anything without them.

He decided, after some thought, that it didn't matter. If they wanted to make up for what they had done to him, he wasn't going to object. He wondered whether he should call any of them to thank them, but decided he better continue to stay away from them unless absolutely necessary.

This worked for almost two years. Then, at another business party, he heard a familiar voice in his ear and a body pressed against him from behind.

"Isn't she the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" said Winnie. "And maybe she could be yours."

"What do you mean?" said Nick, not turning around.

"I mean the young woman you and every man here has been staring at the whole night," said Winnie. "She's stunning, isn't she?"

"What do you know about her?" said Nick.

"I know she's as smart as you are and she's funny. She's also got good values and common sense. She gave up a lot of money because she was tired of the people she was dealing with all day. For the last few years, she's been running the entire Salvation Army backbone operation on the West Coast at half of what she was making before, but she's happy because she's anonymous and doesn't need to make the social scene and spend time with people she can't stand to be around."

"Then why is she here?" said Nick.

"She's interested in meeting you," said Winnie.

"How do you know all this, Winnie?" he said.

"She's my daughter," said Winnie.

"You'd let me near your daughter?" he said.

"That's why I'm talking to you," she said. "She's having trouble meeting good men, and she mentioned your name and said she'd heard good things about you. She asked me if I ever had dealings with you.

"I told her I had, and that what she heard about your reputation was true. When I knew you'd be here tonight, I suggested she come with me. If you'd like, I'll introduce her to you."

"It's hard for me to believe what you're saying," he said.

"I don't care about the past," she said. "I would love for you to meet her, but you may not want me to introduce her to you."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because it could be dangerous," she said. "See, if you meet her, there's a chance that the two of you would hit it off. If that happened, maybe you'd get married some day and be my son, unless you don't want children -- because she wants at least three and I want at least three grandchildren. If you got engaged, I would no longer permit myself to watch the video of you, and I would do my best to round up all the copies owned by my friends and destroy them."

"I'm not afraid of that," he said. "That would make me happy."

"I know," she said. "That's not the dangerous part. What I'm talking about is what would happen if you ever hurt her. If the two of you don't click, that's not a problem. But if you are cruel to her when you dump her, or if you aren't a good husband -- well, I'll hold on to one copy of the video.

"I could take it to a professional to make a copy with our faces blurred out. The only faces in focus would be yours and the man's. Then I'd post it on the Internet and send links to everyone you do business with now or in the future. Would you believe I'm capable of doing something like that, Nick?"

Nick released his breath slowly. "Yes," he said.

"There's another danger," she said.

"What's that?" he said.

"Well, in about 30 years, she might look a lot like I do tonight. I've tried to take care of myself, and people tell me I look good for my age. But you may not think so, so you better turn around and take a close look. Then you can weigh the opportunity against the risk and tell me whether you want to be introduced or not.

"You're known as a man who never walks away from a risk, so I'm really curious about what you'll decide."



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 04: Switch



Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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Tish and Fallon didn't discover the switch until 15 years later, but they were as upset as if it had been yesterday.

Though they didn't meet each other while attending the same college, each woman had dated and broken up with both men. In college, both men were similar to others they had dated. They were immature, self-centered jerks.

The girls were surprised that after graduating, both Darren and Manny had grown up enough so that when the girls had met them a few years later, the men were still good looking and fun to be with, but now had good jobs and were ready to settle down and start families.

When Darren was transferred to the same city where Fallon and Manny were living, Tish met Fallon for the first time, and soon they were good friends, too. The guys got together, the girls got together, and the couples enjoyed doing things together also. A couple of times Darren and Manny had talked about telling the girls about the switch, but each time they had agreed there was no upside, and there could be a downside.

Were they ever right! When the girls found out, they were fuming. They realized the switch had taken place when all four of them were callow and self-absorbed; but that didn't stop them from feeling humiliated.

The switch had its roots in high school when Darren and Manny and their friends turned 18 and began their first fumbling forays into sex. Both of them were already meticulous and organized, so the conversations evolved into documentation and analysis. Each one wrote down everything that happened on their dates. They shared their notes and discussed what was working and what wasn't.

The value of the notes first occurred to them when Manny hooked up with a girl that Darren had dated. One night, Darren dug out his old notes and made a copy of them for Manny, who devoured them. The notes covered everything they considered important about a girl - not her personality, character, interests, hopes, dreams and passions; who cared about that? Only one thing mattered: sex.

The notes were simple at first, about things like getting to first base, second base, etc.; but they quickly became more sophisticated and detailed on where the girls liked to be touched and where they didn't, what kind of talk turned them on and what turned them off, what kind of quirks they had, what drove them wild, and, most of all, how far the girls would go to satisfy their boyfriends, even when they didn't like doing something.

A girl that Darren dated never knew what hit her when she started dating Manny, and he began using the notes Darren had given him. She was enchanted. How could someone she just met know to say those things she loved to hear, touch her where she was dying to be touched, and put his tongue at just the place that drove her wild? Yes, he wanted some things that she wasn't comfortable with, but at least they were things she had already done. The girl adored Manny and was happy to provide for his needs long after they both knew that they weren't meant to be together. And it was the same when a girl dated Manny and then Darren.

At State, Darren and Manny's note sharing evolved into a system. The college was so large that different departments rarely mixed, so Darren and Manny sought out girls from different schools. They never double dated. They found a funny code word they could use to talk about their data. "Spreadsheets," said Darren to Manny. "Get it?"

Before they moved on to the next girl, they had complete Excel spreads on the girl they were finished with, including the best places to run across her "by accident." Later, Manny would "meet" the girls Darren had dated, while Darren was meeting girls Manny had dated.

The hookups were almost instantaneous. The girls were swept off their feet by a guy who knew just the right thing to say and do to please them, especially in bed. For a few weeks, the couples were hotter than a firecracker, until the girl began to know the real person. Sometimes she actually liked the real person enough to continue the relationship for a while, but usually it was over as fast as it had begun, which was fine with Manny and Darren.

Out of these college shenanigans came the switch. It happened when Darren spent six months abroad in Spain in his junior year. In his first week there, he met Fallon, who was in the same foreign campus program, and they spent more of the six months in bed than in class. Darren's spreadsheet on Fallon was more pages than his notes from the easy-pass classes he was taking.

He mentioned some of his adventures with Fallon to Manny, and Manny began emailing telling Darren about Tish, whom he had met the week after Darren left. They had also clicked quickly, and they were going strong much longer than usual.

Manny mentioned in an email that since Tish was in creative writing and Fallon was in business, there was little chance that they would ever meet. A week later, the two of them thought up the switch at almost the same time. Their emails crossed within minutes of each other.

Their idea was that since both girls were great in bed, wouldn't it be wild if they could switch girls when Darren came home? Later emails went from imagining it, to discussing how it could be done, to deciding to do it and, finally, implementing the plan.

Neither girl had a clue as to why Darren and Manny broke up with them the week before Darren came home. If they were upset at all, they got over it quickly, because each one quickly hooked up with a new boy, someone who knew exactly the right thing to say and do in bed and out of bed. It was like magic.

Manny and Darren had a blast. They tried some new things. For instance, they had collected so much data that they knew exactly what the girls hated the most as well as what they loved, so one night, they both created dates from hell. Separately, they drove Tish and Fallon to tears with things they said and did. The cruel game didn't last long, because neither one enjoyed tormenting the girls.

Manipulating them was another story. They played Tish and Fallon like puppets and reaped the sexual dividends. Even so, variety called, and before the year was over, each couple had broken up, and the boys had moved on to other spreadheets.

Manny never thought about Tish until he met her five years later. Manny and Darren were living in different cities at the time, so the spreadsheets were a thing of the past. But one night after Manny took Tish home, he drove home like a maniac and went straight to his computer. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the spreadsheets were still there.

He opened up Tish's and began studying it. In a couple of days, he had memorized it. He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he made the decision to use anything, fair or not, to make her his wife. When he told her about this much later, she cried and kissed him passionately and said, "That's so romantic. Why didn't you tell me then? I would have forgiven the switch right away."

Manny told Darren, and Darren used the spreadsheet data, too, when he fell in love with Fallon. At each of the weddings, Manny and Darren had a quiet conversation about how amazing it was that they ended up marrying the switch girls. Each of them never told anyone else about the switch.

One day when the girls were having lunch, they were both in silly, exhilarated moods. It turned out they had both scorched the sheets with their husbands the night before. This led to a discussion about good sex and about how their husbands were such good lovers. And that led to them reminiscing that they had always been that way, even in college.

After a while, both girls looked at each other and blurted out almost in unison, "This is so weird." The stories they were telling each other were almost duplicates. Each of them had been amazed by her husband's intuition about what she enjoyed in bed. Both off them heard the same two words coming out of each other's mouths several times: "like magic."

As they continued in this vein, Fallon said, "I just remembered. I met Manny right after I broke up with Darren, or actually Darren broke up with me. I liked Darren, and I thought he liked me. But as soon as I met Manny, I forgot all about Darren because Manny was so - wait a minute!" She giggled.

"Tish, do you remember when you broke up with Manny?" she asked. "No, wait, don't tell me. I'll tell you the exact month and year."

When she gave Tish the date, Tish thought for a while, and then a look of amazement came over her face. "How in the world?" she said.

"Don't you see?" said Fallon. "When I met Darren in Spain, he must have told Manny about me. You must have met Manny around the same time, and Manny told Darren about you. Let me take another guess. Manny twisted things around to make it seem like you were dumping him. And then you met Darren, totally by accident, a week after he came back from Spain, and he wasn't even in your department. Think. I know it was a long time ago."

"I think you're right," said Tish.

"Yes, I'm certain," said Fallon. "It was like magic how each of them knew exactly how to get into our pants. I see the light bulb going on in your mind."

"Omigod," said Tish.

"Yes," said Fallon. "They must have told each other everything about us, and then they just switched girlfriends." They were both silent for a moment, and then they burst out laughing together.

"Why those rats," said Tish. "They simply swapped us like you swap dishes at a restaurant! They passed us around like we were macaroni and cheese."

"We were totally played," said Fallon. "What cold-blooded connivers they were!"

Tish paused and then said, "I'm glad you said that in the past tense, Fallon. We weren't all that goody-goody either in those days, although I don't think we would have ever done anything that lowdown to our boyfriends."

"I wonder why they never told us," said Tish. "I'm laughing, but I'm also feeling hurt. It's so humiliating. I wonder what they'd say if we confronted them."

"I feel the same way," said Fallon. "For some reason, I'm really steamed about this. They never hurt us physically, but thinking about it makes me feel so degraded. It hurts differently than physical pain, but now feel in so much pain I want to cry. I think about them laughing about us whenever they're together. Maybe they bragged to other people about what they did to us? I'm feeling nauseated now, like I have to throw up."

"Me, too," said Tish.

It was Tish and Darren's anniversary the following week, and the two women decided that was an appropriate time to talk about their discovery. They brought it up after dessert was served.

Darren and Manny listened with deadpan faces as their wives explained how they discovered the scheme. Tish and Fallon took turns speaking excitedly. When they had finished, there was a moment of silence, and then the men burst out laughing.

"Busted!" yelled Darren after he managed to control his gasping and his tears of laughter.

"Oh, my sides!" shouted Manny, who had a harder time stopping.

They finally noticed that their wives were not sharing in their amusement but seething with anger. An awkward silence replaced the laughter as each husband and wife looked at each other.

"Come on, Tish and Fallon," said Darren, trying to break the icy mood. "That was when we were Cro-Magnons. Yes, we were arrogant, scheming jerks with one thing on our minds. Don't tell me you and your friends were angels. I still remember parties where every girl in the room was scanning to see whether there was some better looking guy than the one she was with."

"You know we aren't that way anymore," said Manny.

"We've been loyal husbands, good providers and good fathers," said Darren. "We're not out looking for action."

"You got plenty of action in college," said Tish, her eyes blazing. "From what you say, we weren't the only ones. Did you do this with all the girls you dated?"

"Yes," said Darren. "That's the point. When we were in college, we weren't thinking about wives and families. All we thought about was one thing."

"So you switched other girls, too?" said Fallon.

"Well, not exactly," said Manny, "but we kept records on everyone we dated and we shared them so that we could use the information to our advantage."

"So you didn't work out how to break up at the same time and then go for the other guy's girl?" said Fallon. Her voice was hissing as she pushed her teeth together to control it.

"Of course not," said Manny, "that would have been impossible with everything that was going on. Usually, it was at least a year before I could date someone that Darren had gone out with." He saw Darren shooting daggers at him too late. He realized he had just made a big mistake.

"So what you're saying is that the only time you ever pulled a switch was with us," said Fallon. "Why us?"

"I know," said Tish. "It was because of you and Darren being in Spain. That made it easy for them to change us like linen. Darren brought me home for Manny as his gift from Spain. And you were Manny's welcome home present for Darren."

Both girls were now sobbing while the men looked at them helplessly. The waiter stayed away from their table.

The crying finally stopped, and Fallon spoke in a teary voice. "This is going nowhere," she said. "I would like to deal with this and move on. I know you weren't the only lowlife scumbags in college, but nobody ever humiliated us like you did. It wasn't like telling each other about us after we had broken up. Neither of our relationships had really ended. For your own amusement, you just tossed us to each other as if we were two slabs of meat."

"Wait a second," said Manny.

"Let me finish," said Fallon. "I'll admit that you are different men now, and I might even come to believe you when you say you've never told anyone else about this. But I'm still mortified and angry and deeply hurt about what you did - and seeing you so amused about it hurts even more.

"I feel the same way," said Tish. "I think we all need to bury this as deep as we can. I don't ever want to talk about it again. I wish I could find a way to stop thinking about it, too. I just know things will come up that will remind me of what happened. All I can say is that if they do when you guys are around, I don't ever want to see you glancing at each other."

"We can't control what the two of you do when we're not around," said Fallon, "but you better be careful never to remind us of what you did to us. Do you get our meaning?"

She looked at the men, and she didn't like what she saw. Their lips were pushed together tightly and their eyes were looking straight ahead. They were obviously trying to hold themselves in.

"Well, answer me," she said.

Manny got control of himself first. "So we are never supposed to bring this up again," he said. "Is that right?"

"More than that," said Tish. "Like right now, for instance. You think this is so funny that you're about to bust out laughing. We're serious. We don't want to be reminded in any way.

"Or when we're talking to some people, and one of them says something that reminds us of the switch. The first place we'll look is at your faces. If we see that you're amused, it will devastate us all over again. So you better learn to control yourselves."

"That will be hard," said Darren. "Sometimes you just can't help it."

"You better learn to help it," said Fallon. "Maybe you should get counseling. Maybe you need to get together and practice. This is a warning. We're not going to put up with anything that brings back what you did to us. Is there anything else to say?"

"I don't think so," said Tish. She and Fallon both saw the men exchange glances.

"I think you've made yourselves clear," Manny said.

"Yes," said Darren. "It's getting late. We should get the bill."

"So far, so good," said Tish to Fallon when they had lunch the next week.

"We can't expect them to suddenly change their habits overnight," said Fallon, "so if they slip a little at first, I'm prepared to just give them a piece of our mind and let it go. We'll soon see how seriously they take us."

"Agreed," said Tish.

"Sorry, we need to get the babysitter home," said Fallon.

"But it's early," said Manny. It was a few months after the discussion at the restaurant. They were with Tish and Darren at one of the galleries on the art walk and were standing with them and a few friends in front of a large color photo.

Manny realized there was steam coming out of Fallon's ears, but he didn't know why. Tish looked at Fallon. She knew why.

"We need to go, too," she said to Darren. "I'll drive."

"Uh-huh," said Darren. He was three sheets to the wind and had no clue as to what he had just done.

The girls had warned the men that the art walk was not about having a glass of wine and a piece of cheese at each gallery, but neither man was there willingly so they had ignored the warning. Six galleries and a lot of alcohol later, they came to an exhibit of erotic photos. Except for the photographer's lens distortions, bizarre angles and dramatic lighting, it could have been an exhibit of porn.

They were in a group gathered around a large photo that showed a man doing something quite unusual to a woman. "How disgusting!" one of the women said to no one in particular.

Darren gazed at the photo and smiled. "Not at all," he said. "Some women really get off on that." He turned his head and glanced at Fallon for a second and then turned back to the photo.

Because he was so drunk, he didn't realize that his timing was off, and he had looked at Fallon so long that everyone in front of the photo turned to look at her, too. Her face turned bright red. Manny was standing behind Fallon and hadn't heard what Darren had said, so he had no idea why Fallon sat rigidly looking straight ahead in stony silence on the way home and was in bed with her back to him by the time he came back from bringing home the babysitter.

Darren wasn't conscious enough to notice how angry Tish was. He barely got his clothes off before falling into bed and going to sleep. He didn't notice how long it was before Tish fell asleep.

The first thing Tish did the next morning was call Fallon to invite her over for lunch. All morning, both of them were dynamos around the house, playing with the children, making shopping lists, cleaning the bathrooms, anything to keep them from looking at how slowly the clock was ticking.

At Tish's, they fed the children and put them down for naps and then sat down at the kitchen table. "He was drunk and didn't know what he was doing," said Tish first, not very convincingly.

"I know," said Fallon. "Next time it might be Manny who's had a little too much."

"You're right," said Tish. "I think they want to cooperate, but they can't seem to understand how serious it is for us. There's nothing so disgusting that it won't make men laugh. Men just don't understand humiliation." "I think you're wrong," said Fallon. "Men are extremely vulnerable to ego bruising. We could easily get back at them by belittling them and making them feel inadequate, even in bed. We could twist their minds and really make them suffer a long time. I don't want to do that, but we have to do something."

"What?" said Tish.

"I have no idea," said Fallon, "but I'm not giving up. I don't want to destroy my husband, but there's got to be something we can do that will solve the problem immediately and completely. It may be unusual, but I'll find it."

"Correction," said Tish. "We'll find it. I have an idea. You know how Manny and Darren did their spreads on us? The first thing they did was gather information. Then they organized it and analyzed it. I think that's what we should do. Maybe we'll see the solution when we look at the data. Let's keep our eyes and ears open and do some research."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 04: Switch



"That's a great idea," said Fallon. "I'm going to do the same with Manny. Let's not say anything about last night. We'll work on this in secret, just like they did, and when we have something to report, we'll get together."

It was more than two months later when Tish got an excited phone call from Fallon. "I have some research to share," she said.

"So do I," said Tish. "Let's have lunch tomorrow."

"How did you find out Darren didn't like to go down on you?" asked Fallon. 

"I don't know why, but I suspected he just did it out of duty," said Tish. "So one night I started talking to him while he was between my legs. I told him it made me feel so good that he enjoyed pleasuring me this way, that some men couldn't handle the aroma of a woman's intimate secretions, even though it was perfectly natural.

"I told him that these fluids mixed with sweat and were heated because they were kept in such a confined space and that reduced and concentrated them, just like I reduced a wine sauce on the stove. I told him that's why it made the aroma and flavors more intense.

"As I kept going on like this, I felt him slowing down. Then I heard some sounds that sounded like gagging, and finally he lifted his head, and I saw he was all green. He ran to the bathroom and closed the door. He flushed the toilet to cover up the sound, but I heard him retching in there."

"That's funny," said Fallon. "Manny has a similar phobia, but he expresses it in a different way. Before he'll put his face between my legs, he jokingly asks whether I've been a good girl and washed down there. I never thought much of it until I started doing research, but then it came to me. Even though he loves it when I give him oral, he's very squeamish about doing it for me.

"One night last week, as we were hot and heavy, I reminded him to try to keep from coming before I did, but a minute later, I said it would be OK, because I heard that some men didn't mind eating their wives out to orgasm, even if the man had already come first. I said I was surprised because it meant they were licking up their own semen, but if he came before me, I was wanted to find out what that felt like. He ran to the bathroom, too.

"I'm trying to think of a way to use this information, but so far nothing has occurred to me. I did find out a couple of other things that have possibilities."

"What?" asked Tish.

"Maybe they're connected," said Fallon, "but Darren definitely has a phobia about his ass, and he's homophobic, too."

"Wow!" said Tish. "Manny, too. The funny thing is that he likes doing anal to girls. Every once in a while he tries to get me to agree to take it in my butt, but I've never let him. He tells me he did it with a lot of girls in college, and it isn't that difficult.

"One night, my finger happened to be right by his ass, so I stuck it in. You should have seen him freak out and pull away from me.

"I remembered that, and the next time we really got going, I stuck a finger in again and wiggled it around. He came almost right away, much faster than he usually did. So I experimented some more. Every once in a while when he is totally absorbed, I sneak it in. He tries to dislodge it, but I push it in as far as I can and start moving it in and out in the same rhythm as he's using.

"You know what happens? After the finger goes in and out a few times, he comes hard. It happens every time, like clockwork. That bit of knowledge has already come in handy, because sometimes I have two or three orgasms, and I'm starting to get tired and sore and he's still pounding away. I push the old finger in, and in no time, he's done and just wants to go to sleep."

"I've got to try that," said Fallon, "because Darren is also sensitive around his ass. If I so much as run a finger through his crack, he gets very tense. I've been exploring this a little in conversation. For instance, when a gay entertainer shows up on television, I've asked him about how guys make love to other guys, are there special positions for anal sex, has he ever thought of doing it with a guy, things like that.

"I found out that even though he's very PC when it comes to standing up for gay marriage, he personally can't stand to think of gay sex. It makes him frightened, nauseated or both at the same time."

"It's the same with Manny," said Tish. "I think we've hit on something. Now how are we going to use this information?"

They talked over idea after idea and came up with nothing. "The problem is that we can talk all we want, but men don't listen," Fallon said finally. "They need something more powerful, more visceral - something physical. They need to feel it with their bodies as well as their minds."

They looked at each other. "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" said Tish, "that they have to have sex with another man?"

"Exactly," said Fallon. "That's something they would never forget, the same way we'll never forget what they did to us."

"I just thought of something," said Tish. "You know what would make it a hundred times more powerful? If they had sex with each other."

Fallon exploded with laughter. "That would be perfect," she said. "Wouldn't it be amazing if we could make them do that. They would never forget the humiliation. I'm trembling just thinking about it. But that's never going to happen."

"Don't give up on the idea so fast," said Tish. "Let's work on this."

They made plan after plan and tore them all up when they saw that they couldn't carry them out. But they weren't frustrated. "This is fun," Fallon said. "It's like a puzzle. I just have a feeling that we're getting closer and closer to putting all the pieces together."

One hot day, they were in Fallon's back yard, watching the children in the plastic wading pool, when Fallon jumped up from her chair and shouted, "I think I have it!"

"What do you have, Mommy?" said one of the children in the pool.

"Never mind, dear," said Fallon. "It's not for children. It's something I have to tell Aunt Tish about later."

The next time they talked, she told Tish that while she was looking at the wading pool, she had remembered a scene in a stupid movie where women in bikinis were wrestling in a similar plastic pool full of oil and then some men had jumped in and everyone was rolling around in the oil. Then she told her what it made her think of.

"You found it, you genius," said Tish. "Now all we have to work out is the details. I've got lots of ideas already."

They were enjoying themselves even more at their meetings, and they probably dragged them out an extra month because they didn't want the process to end. The most fun was writing the script. They wrote outrageous things and had to tone them down a little because a lot of the fun was going to come from making Manny and Darren believing everything they said was dead serious.

It was all arranged for a Friday. Manny's birthday was on Thursday, and the girls told them they were all going out on Friday night. The children were spending the weekend with their grandparents. Tish and Darren were to drive to Manny and Fallon's house and pick them up. Manny had to work late and wouldn't be home until 7, but everyone would be waiting for him.

Tish spent all day at Fallon's house helping her get everything prepared and barely got home in time to take a quick shower and be dressed by the time Darren arrived home at 6.

When they arrived at Fallon and Manny's, Tish and Darren had a couple of drinks, and when Manny arrived, Fallon insisted that he relax a while before they left, so everyone had a couple more drinks. Fallon made the men's drinks particularly strong, and they were soon so relaxed they didn't feel like getting up even if they could. No, they didn't mind if they had another.

"I think that's enough, Fallon," said Tish after a while. "We want them to be sober pretty soon.

"Don't worry," said Fallon. "I only gave them enough to make them woozy for a half-hour or so, and they can understand every word we are saying."

"What are you doing?" said Darren as Tish began working at his belt buckle. He tried to push her away, but his arms felt heavy and his head felt dizzy. Soon she had pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He muttered as he felt her fiddling with his testicles; then she took his shoes off and pulled his pants and boxers off. He looked over and saw that Fallon had done the same thing to Manny.

Fallon lifted a piece of string in the air, right in front of Manny's face as Tish did the same with Darren and started talking.

"See the strings, Darren and Manny? These little pieces of string are going to help Fallon and I finally get over what you two did to us. In college, you two had the world on a string, but tonight it's payback time, and the strings are around our fingers.

"We attached the strings around two of your most prized possessions with a slip knot, sort of like a Yo-Yo. The string is thin but very strong. Tonight we need for you to do everything we tell you to do. The string is just a reminder. Do you feel it when we tug it a little, like this?"

"Hey," said Darren. Manny looked at Fallon with his mouth open.

"Good," said Tish. "You'll feel it even better in a few minutes when you're sober again. Sorry about the strong drinks.

"The string will remind you to follow our instructions, because if you don't, we won't tug on the string anymore. Instead, we will pull it very slowly, like we are doing now. Look down between your legs, boys. Do you see anything coming into sight. The string is pulling your jewels slowly away from your body. Soon this will start to hurt a little. Oh, it does now? OK, Fallon, let's let the string fall loose again.

"Do you see how this works? If you don't do what you're told, the string will keep pulling. Of course, eventually something will have to give, and that's why we want you to know that Fallon and I had some serious discussions about the strings.

"You see, if you ignore what we tell you, and the string keeps pulling, it will eventually pull your balls right off of your bodies. We'll get you to a hospital right away to sew you up, but if the balls roll under the furniture, we may not be able to find them in time to save them. I understand they don't last long once they are detached.

"From what I understand, the lack of balls will have some effect on your sex drive and your macho personalities. We like you the way you are, but we decided we'd be willing to accept the consequences. I'm sure it won't come to anything like that. The only reason I'm telling you is so that you remember to respond when you feel the tug." She looked over at Fallon and winked. The look on their husbands' faces showed them that they had swallowed Tish's warning and wouldn't try to call their bluff.

"You boys should be proud of us," said Fallon, "because we admired the genius of what you did in college so much that we tried to emulate you. We've been doing research and comparing notes and making plans, just like you did. Now we're going to use the knowledge just like you did."

The two women took the shirts off their husbands, who stopped trying to interfere after they felt a few tugs on the strings. Then the women led the naked, staggering men to the family room, where furniture had been moved and the plastic wading pool filled most of the space. Beneath it was a thick layer of springy rubber padding.

"OK, let's sit down next to the pool," said Fallon. "That's where Tish and I will be watching. Those cute girls in the bikinis over there are Lita and Lila. They're twins, and they are professional videographers. They've set up these lights so we can see all the action. They also set up the networked video cameras to record everything, and they will be using hand held cameras for close-ups.

"Next to them is Fence Post. That's not his real name, just his nickname. He's here as motivation and as a backup, in case he's needed. Let's start filming, Lita and Lila. I want to get the expressions on the boys' faces as Fence Post takes off his sweats.

"See why he got that nickname? He's a porn star. That's why he's not bashful when you stare at him like that. Yes, it's big. But that's nothing compared to when he's aroused.

"Look, Tish. I just touched Manny's penis. Do the same thing to Darren. They are totally excited by Fence Post. Only kidding, guys. We put enough Viagra into your drinks to keep you like that for a few hours. We'll be done by then. No matter what happens, every time you rub up against something, you'll get as hard as you are right now. It will make it look like you're turned on by what you'll be doing."

"Tonight the two of you are gladiators, and the wading pool here is your ring. Gladiators fight in the nude. Now, down on your hands and knees in the pool. Do you need a little tug? Good, that's it. Now put your head down on the plastic and move your knees in tight so your ass is sticking up in the air.

"Now, don't get nervous. Tish is going to stick her finger into Manny's ass for just a moment. Wow! You really jumped, Manny. She's pushing a little lube into you to make the tube go in easier.

"That tube is connected to an enema bag, and all the liquid is going into Manny. And then I will do the same thing for Darren. Tish and I decided to switch for this part because sometimes it's fun to switch, right? Twins, you don't need to film this part. It's just to make our gladiators clean inside and out."

Once, the men came back from the bathroom, Tish and Fallon had them sit in the pool facing them on the couch. They were starting to sober up.

"The gladiators are almost ready for combat," said Tish. "In ancient Rome, you would have had to kill each other, but we've made it a lot easier because we don't want you hurt, just degraded and humiliated. I know it can't be exactly the same, but we want you to feel as demeaned as we do when we think about the switch. We hope our research found a way to do that.

"What you will be fighting for are your assholes. Your goal will be to put your penis into your opponent's ass and deposit your load there. Don't worry if the idea doesn't excite you, the Viagra will take over once you start rubbing against each other.

"The loser is going to be in a lot of discomfort when the winner starts screwing him, and then there will be the total humiliation of the winner coming in his ass. The winner will also be mortified when he does his best friend in the ass.

"Of course neither of you wants to do this, so you have to be motivated. Fence Post is the motivation. The two of you will have 45 minutes to fight to the finish. If one of you comes inside the other by that time, it will all be over.

"But if neither of you does, that means you're both losers, and so as a consolation, Fence Post is going to put a show on for Fallon and me. He's going to demonstrate his whole repertory for us with each of you. We've seen a few of them on the demo video he gave us, and I'm telling you, you don't want to feel what he's going to make you feel.

"If he does his thing, we're going to end with something so disgusting that you would never imagine it in your worst nightmares.

"Before we start, here's one strategy tip for both of you. If one of you does succeed in shoving his big thing inside the other one, both the winner and the loser need to work together right away.

"Both of you will be losers if no one comes before time runs out. The loser will be angry, but he needs to help the winner come inside him, or else Fence Post does both of you. So the one with the penis inside of him needs to get the winner aroused any way he can think of. He needs to focus on getting him off before you hear this cute little tinkly bell that I'm shaking. Once you hear the bell, it will be too late. Then it's time for Fence Post.

"If one of you does get into the other one, the Viagra and the loser helping the winner should make it look like you're really enjoying each other like gay lovers. We know that will be the worst humiliation of all. We'd much rather see that than Fence Post tearing into your asses.

"There's only one thing left. Gladiators need coaches who help them with their game plan. The coaches are us. Darren, you come over here to me. Fallon will coach Manny on the other side of the pool."

When Darren and she were together, he started to say something, but Tish whispered to him. "We don't have much time," she said "If you want to waste it by arguing or begging, you're going to lose, because right now Fallon is telling Manny three things about you that will help him win. So be quiet and listen.

"We thought it would be fun to exchange data just like you and Manny did, so each of us told the other three things about our husbands that could make him lose. I'm going to share the things Fallon told me. Don't ask me what she's telling Manny. We decided it would be more fun if you didn't know what your opponent knew.

"So here's the book on Manny:

"No D. Fallon said whenever Manny's in a contest, this is what he does. He is totally offensively oriented. So he will probably come at you hard right away and try to overwhelm you. But if you can manage to hold him off for a while, he gets frustrated and becomes vulnerable, because he will be working on his next attack and won't be thinking defense at all.

"Ball game. His balls are very sensitive. Fallon just has to touch them and his body jerks wildly. This could be useful for you if the two of you are in a position where you want him to move just a little so you can get an advantage. Stroke his balls, and he'll jump for you.

"Squeeze play. The third tip is actually not for winning, but for losing. If he does get into you first, remember you want to get him off before the bell rings or you both become Fence Post's boytoys. Fallon told me that Manny likes it rough. When he's pounding you, push your ass back at him as hard as you can so you're working together. And then, if you can, grab his ass cheeks with your hands and start squeezing them and pulling them. Keep doing this in the same rhythm as the two of you slamming into each other, and Fallon says he'll come right away.

"OK, have you got that? I see that Manny and Fallon are finished with their coaching session. So come here into the middle of the pool and get down on all fours. Manny will get right next to you."

"Lita and Lila, are you all ready?" said Fallon. "Boys, as far as we know, you've never had anything big inserted into you before, so we're taking precautions. Please get your heads down and asses up in the same position as before. But this time we're filling you with plain olive oil so there will be less friction when the winner slides into the loser, and less chance for injury. Once you're both full, we'll take off those Yo-Yo strings.

"If you try to run out into the street naked with lube coming out of your ass, Fence Post will use some of his martial arts training to stop you, and we'll have to put the strings back on. Then Fence Post will lay each of you over his lap and give you some hard swats on your asses with that huge hand of his while the twins film you crying. If the same thing happens again, we'll keep repeating. We know both of you have a low tolerance for pain, so I don't think it will take too many swats to convince you that you'd rather be gladiators."

When both men were full, the girls helped them get on their feet and face each other at arm's length in the middle of the pool.

"Wow!" said Tish. "The lube inside you really makes your stomachs stick out. You look like a couple of sumo wrestlers without those diapers they wear."

"OK," said Fallon. "You can size each other up for a couple of minutes. When the bell rings, your 45 minutes start."

The second she stopped talking, Manny started. "Darren," he said, "we need to work together. I have a thing about gays and what they do, and I mentally couldn't handle another guy in my ass. I think it might drive me insane. You need to let me do it to you. I'll get it over with as fast as possible. Please, Darren, I'm begging you. This could turn me into a vegetable."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 04: Switch



As he spoke, Darren got more and more frightened. Manny in his ass? No, never. He would tell Manny that Manny couldn't be any more spooked than he was; from the time he first heard about such things as a teenager, he had occasional nightmares and would wake up in a cold sweat. He would tell Manny to try to get hold of himself, and he would finish off inside Manny as fast as he could.

But even as he was thinking this, he could tell from the tone of Manny's voice that Manny would never agree. And that meant he now had to concentrate on strategy, on winning, and forget about negotiating.

The bell rang, but Manny continued pleading. Darren reached his arms out for Manny. Manny yelled and stepped back. He stopped speaking, but his eyes were wild. He and Darren both bent forward like wrestlers and began circling each other. Darren squatted lower and tried to swing his arm out around one of Manny's legs. Two things happened at the same time as he made his move: Manny quickly moved his foot away, and Darren's ass, which was spread wider when he squatted, squirted out some lube. Darren felt it fall around his feet, but he didn't have time to think about it, because Manny suddenly sprang at him with his whole body.

Darren tried to push him off, but then his feet slipped in the oil, and he fell down hard on his back on the pool, with Manny on top of him. Both men were surprised.

"Look," said Tish. "The padding is great. The fall didn't hurt them at all."

"Why don't we cheer for them, like at a real wrestling match," said Tish.

"Great idea," said Fallon. "Way to go Manny, now you've got him where you want him. Get your legs between his and stick your dick right in."

"Keep, moving, Darren!" yelled Tish. "That's it. Don't be a sitting target!"

Manny was like a wild man. When he fell on top of Darren, he was across him. First he tried to move over him and fall on top of him to knock his wind out. As he pushed himself up, some lube squirted out of his ass. Darren saw him coming and slid away and quickly got on his knees facing Manny. The floor of the pool was now covered with lube, and both of them slid as they made their moves. Their bodies were now well oiled, so neither of them was able to get a good grasp on the other.

After his first move failed, Manny went for one of Darren's ankles. He held onto it long enough to pull Darren back down, and this time he jumped on his back and tried to flatten Darren. But by now Darren realized that the oil was his best defensive weapon, and each time Manny grabbed or pushed or pulled or threw his body, Darren slid easily away. He saw Manny getting angrier and angrier. He was wearing himself out while Darren was saving his energy, waiting for Manny to give him the opening that Tish told him to look for.

It came after a desperate lunge by Manny. When Manny landed on his back almost right next to him, Darren noticed he was breathing hard and still not moving after a second. Darren moved quickly, rolling over on top of Manny so they were face to face. His genitals had slid right on top of Manny's, with the effect of stimulating them both into hardness. It felt disgusting, but he concentrated on his mission, which was to get his legs inside of Manny's.

As soon as he had rolled on top of him, Manny squeezed his legs together, but Darren raised up and moved his right knee where Manny's thighs were pressed together. He leaned forward and slammed his body down, driving his knee down with the entire force of his weight. The oil did the rest. His knee went through the thighs onto the plastic, and then he did the same with his other knee.

Now he began spreading his knees out, pushing Manny's with them; Manny resisted, but the oil multiplied Darren's efforts. He tried not to think about Manny's penis rubbing across his stomach as he pushed out and moved forward, which made Manny's legs lift up just slightly from the mat.

Once he saw this, Darren dropped his arms to the matt and pushed his hands underneath and around Manny's legs, right below the back of the knees. Then he lifted them up. When that happened, the legs pulled Manny even tighter against Darren. Both of their hard penises were sliding against each other now. Darren squirmed as he saw them.

Now he began leaning forward. As he did so, Manny's legs that he had trapped with his arms were pushed back, making Manny slide further under Darren. At the same time, Manny's legs spread wider, exposing him. Darren knew exactly how that worked, because it was one of his favorite positions with Tish. She enjoyed the deep vaginal penetration, so they used it often. Now he heard her cheering, "Go Darren. Go Darren," over and over. Then she was drowned out by Manny. 

"I know what you're doing," screamed Manny in Darren's face, which was inches away from his, "and it's not going to work."

Why not? thought Darren. He can't move, and even though I'm facing him and can't see behind me, all I have to do is lift up and start poking around until I find the spot. With all that lube, it should slide right in if I even get close. Then he felt the first finger enter his him.

"Stop!" he yelled. "What are you doing?" He suddenly felt nauseous, and he forgot about everything except moving back so that Manny's fingers came out.

"Fallon told me you'd freak out if a man put a finger in your ass," said Manny. "I guess her intelligence was good. She also said you wouldn't like a man playing with your balls. Come closer again, and we'll see if that's right, too."

Darren looked down at Manny, who had a bitter smile on his face. They were at a Mexican standoff. If Darren moved in to finish Manny off, Manny would go for his ass and his balls and freak him out so much that he might even be able to get free. But while Darren stayed where he was, Manny was trapped.

"Fifteen minutes are up," said Tish. "Thirty to go.

"What a great countermove, Manny," said Fallon. "Darren's lost his momentum. Come on, Manny. You can still turn this around."

That's it, thought Darren. I need to turn this around somehow and get into Manny without him getting his hands on me. But how?

He looked up at Manny's legs that he had trapped in the air. They were like wrestlers, he thought, and then he remembered a move that he could make from this position. But would it help? It would free up Manny for a second if he didn't do it right, and that would be disastrous, but time was running out, and he knew Fence Post would destroy his mind. He hadn't used the move himself in high school, but he'd practiced it often and seen it used by others. Could he do it? He had to try.

Slowly, trying not to give away too much, he released his arms from around Manny's legs and brought them straight down to the plastic. His legs were still spreading Manny's legs wide, but now he was no longer pushing Manny's legs back at him. He pushed himself up slightly with his hands, lifted his knees and brought his feet forward so he was now in a squat between Manny's legs.

He took a deep breath and quickly stood up, and as he did so, he quickly put his arms under Manny's legs below his knees and brought his arms together, with each of his hands locked on the forearm opposite them. The grease made him start sliding down, but he had anticipated that. Because of his hold on Manny's legs, which were straight up in the air once again, he was able to stabilize himself. Manny tried to move around, but as Darren lifted the legs up further, Manny found only his shoulders on the plastic. Now Darren was ready for the tricky move.

With his whole body, he pulled Manny's body to the right, and as he did so he swung his left leg over Manny's right. It worked perfectly, and he heard both Tish and Fallon scream in amazement. He had turned Manny over, and Manny's chest and face were being pushed into the oily plastic. Darren's legs were now both outside of Manny's, and Manny's legs were still locked in Darren's arms. Darren's rock hard penis was pointing straight down at Manny's ass.

He was facing forward, so he couldn't see to line it up, but now he began doing squats over Manny, going up and down, pushing into Manny's cheeks and making adjustments and compensating to line his tool up with his goal. Manny was frantically trying to get his fingers to Darren's vulnerable areas, but he was frustrated because his back was to Darren, and he couldn't see what he was doing. On top of that, every time Darren squatted down, it forced Manny's face and chest into the oil.

Manny moved his butt frantically to stay away from Darren, but finally by accident he moved to exactly where Darren was coming down, and Darren hit paydirt.

"Touchdown," he heard Tish yell.

"Manny, move, move your ass," yelled Fallon, but it was no use. Darren was pushing straight down into the lubricated hole, and he finally forced its way in as Manny shrieked. Darren held it there for a moment and then kept pushing until most of it was inside Manny, and then he lifted up in his squat and pulled it back out, being careful not to pull it too far out.

"Thirty-five minutes gone, only 10 to go," said Fallon.

Manny, who was sobbing loudly, was still twisting and trying to dislodge Darren, but it had almost no effect as Darren squatted up and down as fast as he could, trying to reach his orgasm. But even though he was aroused, he didn't feel he was getting closer. He stopped and spoke to Manny.

"Manny, shut up for a second and stop fighting me," he said. "We both need for me to come in the next eight minutes, or we're both going to have Fence Post in our asses. I need your help."

"Fuck off," said Manny. "I hope he rips you wide open."

"Think, Manny," said Darren. "Whatever he does to me, he's going to do to you. Is that what you want?"

Manny's voice lowered. "OK, what should I do?"

"I'm going to pull out in a second," said Darren, "and you need to roll over on your back and lift your legs up high and back and - "

"Yes, yes, I know," said Manny, "the Viennese Oyster position, where the woman is spread wide open and holds her own legs behind her head for the man to pump deeper inside her."

"How did you know? Oh, Fallon must have told you that's the one that gets me off the fastest. OK, I'm getting up and letting you go. Don't try any tricks. We're running out of time."

The girls were watching them talk, and then they saw Darren let Manny go. "What are they doing?" said Tish.

Fallon jumped up. "Omigod, omigod! I can't believe it's happening. Look, Manny's lying down and getting in the oyster position. He's welcoming Darren like a lover. They're really cooperating and making love to each other. Look! Look! Darren's slamming into Manny, and Manny's slamming back. Omigod. This is incredible. And we have it all on video."

"Five minutes," Tish said.

"Come on, dammit," said Manny. "What's taking you so long?"

"I feel it coming," said Darren, "but not fast enough. Caress me up and down my back slowly, all the way between my ass and my neck. Tish does that, and it drives me wild. Good, that helps, but it's not as effective as when she does it.

"Two minutes," said Tish. 

"I think I feel it," said Darren. "I'm picking up the speed to help it."

"And I'll do this," said Manny, thrusting two lubricant-covered fingers into Darren's ass and pushing them in and out in the same rhythm.

"What are you doing?" yelled Darren. "That's a complete turnoff for me."

"I know," said Manny, "but when you're aroused and pounding away, Fallon said it also brings you off fast."

"No," said Darren, "no. Wait, maybe it worked. I feel it coming. It's going to be here any second. I'm ready to come."

The bell tinkled. "Time's up," said Tish. "You can stop."

As soon as he heard the bell, Manny let out a shriek and pulled his fingers out of Darren's rear. But Darren kept going. Manny tried to get his legs out from behind his head, but Darren was pounding on him, and he couldn't get loose. Then he slammed hard into Manny's ass and released spurt after spurt. Manny tried to squirm away, but the dead weight of Darren's body wouldn't let him move.

Finally, after Darren went limp, Manny pushed and twisted until he got out from under Darren. He jumped up and yelled, "You bastard! Why didn't you stop?" His chest was heaving as he was trying to catch his breath, and his voice was up a few octaves.

"I couldn't stop," said Darren, lying on his side in the grease. Suddenly, he felt two hands go around his waist and lift him up to his hands and knees, and then he felt something large pushing where Manny's fingers had been a minute ago. But this was much bigger than a few fingers.

"No," he screamed, in a higher voice than Manny's. "No, I can't do this, Tish. I'll end up in a padded cell!" But the big thing kept pushing, not hard, but insistently.

"Don't be silly, Darren. You're not the first virgin in the world. Fence Post told me he knows just how to break in a new filly, and you'll live. He said you're going to have a pain in the ass for a couple of weeks, but after that, you'll be back to normal."

"You both knew the rules," said Fallon. "You cooperated beautifully at the end. Anyone who watches that video, who doesn't know you, will swear that you two have been making love together a long time. I really liked how Manny was responding while you were pounding into him."

She was interrupted by a loud scream from Darren. Fence Post had finally broken in. Lila and Lita walked around the two men with the close-up cameras and Manny, Tish and Fallon watched from their chairs. As Fence Post grabbed him around the waist again and stood up, he saw Manny turn his chair away so he couldn't see what was going on.

"Oh, look, Tish," said Fallon. "I don't know what the name for that is. See how Darren is in front and Fence Post is following him and sort of squatting down and using his pelvis to slam his thing into Darren and bump him forward? It's like they're Siamese humping twins.

"Watch out and don't slip in the oil, Darren, because Fence Post only has his thing halfway in you, and if you fall back on top of him, the rest is going to go in awfully fast. Fence Post has about 25 positions to go through. You already know the Viennese oyster and the piledriver and a lot of the others. Maybe you've heard of the reverse cowgirl. We're really looking forward to the full nelson gape.

"If you want to finish sooner, you need to make love to Fence Post like Manny made love to you. Fence Post told me what gets him most excited is the when you act like a girl and caress him and kiss him and work with him. If you can forget the pain and respond like a lover, he'll come faster, and you'll be done except for the surprise."

At first, Darren was too scared and humiliated to respond focus on anything. Eventually he got hold of himself and began trying what Fallon suggested. Some of strange positions made him gag, but he managed to survive, even though he was sobbing uncontrollably by the time Fence Post erupted into his colon like a firehouse. The quantity of the semen blasts was so big that some of it spurted out of him around Fence Post's tool.

Immediately after he came, Fence Post wrenched his hard pole out of Darren and immediately went for Manny. Darren watched Manny go into hysterics as Fence Post went through all the positions again with him. Manny was never able to get control of himself, so his session lasted much longer than Darren's. Finally, Fence Post left him lying in the oil, got dressed in his sweats and sat down and waited. Fallen went and bent over Manny, and Tish got down in front of Darren's. When the women reached for their testicles, both men were too worn out to resist.

"OK, we're ready with the strings for the finale, boys," said Fallon. "Even though you've never done it for us, we think the deepest expression of a man's love is eating his come out of his wife. Think of it. It smells horrible, it tastes horrible and it comes out of a place that gets pretty gamey. And yet lots of men - not you two - will do that for their wives, just because they love them so much.

"So as a final expression of your friendship, you are both going to enjoy the fruits of your loins. Manny will have a meal of Fence Post's come in Darren's ass first, and then Darren will get to eat his own come, mixed with Fence Post's, in Manny's ass.

"We know you are both so tired that we can't expect you to lick and swallow the usual way," said Tish, "so we're making it easy on you. Darren, you need to get on your hands and knees in the middle of the pool, and Manny will get under you in a 69 position to enjoy his cream pie. OK, let's go. Or would you like me to tug?"

"Good, that was fast. We're all in position. If you turn your head, Darren, you'll see that Fallon is putting some cushions below Manny's head and lifting it up so that his mouth will be pressed against your asshole as you spread your legs and lean back a little. Now, I'm going to inject some air into you with this bulb syringe. After your ass is full of air it won't take long until you're farting all the come out of your ass.

"Meanwhile, to prepare Manny, Fallon is giving him some deep, affectionate kisses, with a lot of tongue. She can breathe through her nose, but Manny can't because she's squeezing his nostrils tight with her fingers. When she sees you can't hold it in much longer, she's going take her mouth away and let him gulp for air with his mouth wide open, so you can shoot the come right into it.

"I can see you're squirming already. You're trying to hold it in, but you can't. Manny's eyes are going wild. OK, Fallon, out of the way! Wow! Look at that stuff. How much semen does Fence Post spurt, anyway? It's filling Manny's mouth and covering his face like paint. He's breathing it in through his nose and coughing and swallowing as fast as he can to keep from choking. And it keeps on squirting out of you. This is going to be an incredible ending to the video. I can't wait to see your turn."

The girls had lunch a week after the gladiator match, but they weren't having a good time like they usually did. First they pretended that nothing was wrong. They talked about how aroused they had become while watching their husbands with each other and Fence Post. "I had three orgasms," said Tish, "and I didn't even touch myself."

"I don't know how many I had," said Fallon. "But watching the videos, I must have had at least that many. From now on, if I'm ever not in the mood, I know all I've got to do is watch a few minutes, and I'll be ready to get it on with Manny for as long as he wants."

"I know," said Tish. "I was thinking the same thing. Last night, I was so worked up after watching some of it that I was ready to explode. I wanted to jump Darren and screw his brains out." She began to cry. Then Fallon began to cry.

Tish asked Fallon whether Manny had said anything about divorce.

"Not yet," she said. "Did Darren tell you he was divorcing you?"

"No, he hasn't said anything either," said Tish, "but I know he's thinking about it. If it wasn't for the kids, I think I would have been served already. I'm afraid we went too far."

"I would give anything to have never learned what they did to us," said Fallon. "Why did I destroy my marriage over something that happened in college?"

"Thinking like that won't do us any good," said Tish. "We came up with a plan that tore us apart. Now we have to work out another one to put us back together. Did you get babysitter coverage for the whole afternoon like I asked you to? Good. We're not leaving here until we work this out."

Tish and Fallon stayed away from their husbands for another week, or rather, they didn't do anything while their husbands kept as far away from them as possible. The women focused their attention on the children, especially when Darren and Manny were home. The saw that the only time the men were smiling was when their eyes fell on the children.'




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 04: Switch



The first explosion in either house came one night after the kids were asleep when Tish and Fallon said they had rescheduled the anniversary dinner. They didn't say a word as their husbands hurled curses and epithets at them and swore they would never be in the same room with the other couple again. But the women held firm, and even told the men that they would wake up the children and leave at once if they wouldn't agree to the four of them meeting one more time.

The reservations were on a Wednesday night, when the restaurant was nearly empty. Tish and Fallon told the maitre d' to put them in a remote corner and tell the waiter to stay away until one of the girls gave a signal.

When they sat down, Manny glared at Darren, and then the men looked down at the table while the women spoke.

"Manny and Darren, we're here because we need to communicate," said Tish. "Fallon and I know you don't want to talk, so we'll do the talking tonight. After tonight, as far as we're concerned, we will never bring up what happened again.

"The first thing we have to tell you is that we've talked about what we did, and we're sorry because we went too far. We wanted to humiliate you to make up for what you did to us, but we got carried away.

"Now you hate us, but we love you more than ever. We are going to give you your space for as long as you need it, but we're anxiously waiting to welcome you back into our arms."

"I know this means nothing to you now, but our anger over your switch is totally gone," said Fallon. "You don't have to be on guard anymore. You can tell everyone what you did to us if you want to.

"The only people who know what happened the other night are the video twins, Fence Post and the four of us. The girls agreed to leave the house empty handed, and we returned the video equipment the next day after we made sure all the flash drives were removed. Their business depends on discretion, so they won't talk, and neither will Fence Post."

"One more thing," said Fallon. "We agreed that because we went too far, we owe you. So when you are all recovered, you each get to do your wife's ass - but only once. We expect you to be as hard on us as Fence Post was on you, and I'm sure we'll be as hurt and humiliated as you are now, but we want to prove to you how much we want to win back your love."

"That's all we have to say," said Tish. The men were both looking straight down at the table in front of them the entire time the women were speaking. "Do you have any questions?"

Nothing was said for a while. Then Darren raised his head and said, "I'm not hungry. Let's go home."

"Right," said Manny.

"Are you both saying it's over," said Fallon with a tear in her voice.

"If you and Tish don't shut up now, or if you start crying, I'm going to be sick," said Manny, "and then it's definitely over. As soon as we give the waiters a tip, I'm leaving. If you want to come home with me, it's up to you."

"Same here," said Darren. "Stop! What are you doing?"

Tish had grabbed his head and was covering his face with kisses, and as soon as Fallon saw her, she grabbed for Manny. He tried to avoid her hands, but he was too slow.



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 05: Adam and Eve



Many thanks to jellybelly2 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.





When Eve came unto Adam, he was shocked.

Earlier, he could tell that something was up when he walked in. She greeted him with a kiss as usual, but the kiss was longer than usual; and there was lots of tongue.

After the toddlers were fed and put to bed, they didn't nestle into the love seat for some TV. Instead, she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Then it was one explosion after another. When she finally stopped, he was too exhausted to ask what was going on. The same thing happened the next three nights.

It wasn't until Saturday, during naptime, that he sat down across from her in the family room and spoke to her about it.

"Eve, what in the world is been going on?" he asked. "You've been a wild animal."

"Are you upset with me, Adam? I'm fulfilling my duty as a wife, but if you're displeased, please correct me."

Both Eve and Adam weren't raised as Christians, but when they looked at their friends and what they were doing with their lives, they saw mostly narcissism, selfishness, hedonism, and unhappiness. They decided they wanted something different for themselves and their children, and so they began searching.

They found several paths that they liked and finally settled on born-again Christianity. With the help of an inspiring pastor, they began getting deeper into spirituality and also adopted many of the conventions of their new faith, such as the wife's subservience to the husband.

It was mostly a ceremonial ritual. Adam was glad Eve was strong willed and wouldn't take crap from anyone. It was her idea to submit to him in the home. She didn't stop giving him advice and suggestions, or arguing with him; but she also never questioned his decisions, even those she wouldn't have made. Her feeling was that the marital peace and closeness they had achieved was worth much more than getting her way.

Adam considered her superior to him in brains, looks and almost everything else, and nearly always followed her advice. When he didn't, and this was rare, it was usually because he hadn't understood her correctly. As they each worked at putting the desires of the other before their own, they created a marriage that was spiritually fulfilling.

It was also physically fulfilling. Before they were born again, both had lots of experience with lust, and they read nothing in the Bible prohibiting an active and imaginative sex life. They both exercised and kept trim, and Eve, particularly, was blessed with the face and body of a movie star, although nobody in the congregation knew it because she dressed modestly. Adam tried to control his instincts and not demand too much from her. He hoped her energetic responses to his overtures were more than just dutiful.

The past three nights had been different than normal because during their lovemaking, she had often taken the lead, not only as initiator but also as aggressor.

"No, I'm not displeased at all, Eve," he said. "You know how I enjoy celebrating the pleasures God has given us through our bodies and how grateful I am that my wife is the hottest woman on the planet. But this is a different side of you that I don't think I've ever seen, and I was just wondering where it came from."

He saw her looking at him struggling with something, and trying to make up her mind. She was becoming agitated, and she finally burst into tears.

"Eve, Eve," he said, "what's wrong? I'm not trying to hurt or embarrass you in any way. If there are things inside you that you don't want to share with me, I'm trying to pressure you to tell them to me. I trust in your relationship with God, and I know whatever you do comes from your closeness to him. So please forget I asked."

His words didn't comfort her, and she was getting more agitated. He got up and walked over to her and put an arm around her. She stood up and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder but still wouldn't stop crying.

They stood like this for a few minutes before she released him and motioned for him to sit down. She sat down facing him and wiped away her tears. "Oh, Adam," she said, "you are so trusting. Jesus has nothing to do with this. I have been unholy and impure. What am I saying? I am still unholy and unworthy of you. I am playing the harlot even now. My mind is full of abomination. I don't know what to do."

Adam was shocked by her words. He didn't know what to say, so he just tried to stay calm as he waited for her to explain.

"I did something I should never have done last week," she finally said, "and it polluted my mind to the point where I let the devil in, and I am afraid to talk about it with the pastor. But I know I need to tell you everything right now, or it might destroy what we've built together."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You know my friend, Kathy?" she said. "I found out from some mutual friends that she had caught her husband watching pornography on the Internet instead of fulfilling her needs, and to punish him, she had forced him to act in a sex video in which he was degraded and humiliated and even had sex with a man.

"Kathy never mentioned any of this to me directly, and I should have forgotten about the evil gossip, but instead I called her up and even asked her whether I could watch a few minutes of the video. After I talked to her, I couldn't understand why I did that, but I kept the appointment anyway.

"I ended up watching the whole thing, and as disgusting as it was, my reaction was even worse. I became aroused and even had an orgasm while I was watching her husband being mortified.

"Afterwards, I tried to put it out of my mind, but when you came home that night, I couldn't keep myself from using you to release my sexual tension. The same thing has been happening every night, and even during the day, I often found myself thinking about that disgusting video and getting aroused and impatient for you to come home. Now you know the whole story, but please, please, don't command me to tell the pastor. I would die." She stopped crying and looked at him with her moist eyes and sniffed.

Adam didn't know what to say. He knew that he had no simple answer to this, not from the Bible or anything he had ever come across. After a while, the best he could come up with was to find out more about what had brought this on.

"Eve," he said, trying to sound helpful, "first I want you to know I love you right now as much as I've ever loved you. With God's help, we've dealt with many things, and we'll deal with this. I'm not condemning you. All want to do is help us get through this, but I'm not sure how. Maybe if you tell me more about the video, we can see why it's had this effect on you."

She tried to get into the spirit of a problem-solving session and began to matter-of-factly tell him what Kathy's husband was made to do on the video. But as she continued, she got increasingly excited. She talked about the different camera angles and the close-ups and how disgusting they looked, how at first the husband was a willing participant and was in an animal rut and then how things changed and he ended up doing filthy things he didn't like with two strangers, a woman and a man.

As her descriptions became more graphic, her breathing became labored and her face turned pink, then red. Adam saw that she was looking just like she often did before she had an orgasm. When he saw her like this in bed, it stimulated him, and they often climaxed at almost the same time. But they weren't pleasuring each other in bed right now. It was the memory of the video doing this to her.

As she went on, he still couldn't think of anything to say. Finally, he said, "Do you think it would help if I saw the video, or maybe if we saw it together?"

"Oh no," said Eve. "I never want to see that filth again. I want to erase it from my mind."

"Well, I can't think of anything else right now except counseling, and you tell me you're too embarrassed for that," he said. He saw her rapid nods of agreement. "Why don't we both think about this some more and maybe sleep on it and see if we can work it out."

"Adam, you're so wise and understanding," said Eve. "Thank you so much for pretending that you aren't disgusted with me. I think you are right. We'll find a way through this. We have to." She wept quietly, but finally got hold of herself and stood up. He stood up, too, and they embraced for a long time.

That night, there was no wild sex, and Adam found himself for a moment missing it, despite knowing what had caused it. The celibacy lasted one more night, but then the floodgates were opened again. After the wild sex, Eve began crying into her pillow, and that became a pattern. Each session of abandonment ended with him trying to comfort her while she repeated how guilty she felt and how disgusted she was with herself.

He couldn't think of anything to solve this situation, and she never brought up any suggestions, so they didn't talk about it again until two months later, when she told him, "I talked to Kathy today about your suggestion, but she and her husband are back together, and she said she will never show the video to anyone again."

"What suggestion?" Adam asked, and then he remembered. "You thought it might help for me to see it?"

"I don't know what to think, but I'm desperate. We can't go on like this."

By now, the video meant nothing to Adam. Several times he thought about making a dramatic show of forgiving Eve for watching it and maybe even suggesting that she humble herself by going to church one more night a week for a while. Something inside him told him that this might be what she was waiting for.

But he always talked himself out of saying this, because it was dishonest. She had never done anything to him. He had no right to judge her. It was between her and God. Was it worth lying to relieve her guilt? What if she saw that he was lying? Did they want to build their future together on a lie? He went back and forth. It was cruel to let her suffer, but to pretend to forgive her for nothing seemed equally wrong.

For some reason, as he continued to do nothing, he began feeling a little guilty himself. Often after their sessions in bed, she would hold him tightly while softly crying and repeating over and over, "Adam, you're so good, and I'm so evil." At these times, his own guilt came to mind, and it even felt good in a way that he was also guilty for continuing to enjoy the uninhibited sex that was the fruit of her guilt. 

"Well, then we have to forget about that idea," he said. "But we'll think of something." Eve didn't answer, but he could tell she wasn't consoled.

As the weeks went by, no one who knew the couple could tell there was anything wrong, no one except her friend Kathy. Every once in a while, out of desperation, Eve would approach Kathy and plead with her. At first, she didn't tell Adam, but when she offered Kathy a large sum of money, almost their entire savings, she did tell Adam afterwards how horrible she felt when Kathy turned her down and seemed to be repelled by her.

Adam was stunned by what Eve had done, but he still felt it wasn't his right to forgive her.

It was even worse a few months later when she told him that one day she had become so frantic when talking to Kathy that she had offered herself to Kathy to humiliate and debase. She would let Kathy make a video of her doing anything Kathy desired with a man or a woman, even Kathy herself or her husband. She would do all this if she could only borrow the video one night or if Kathy allowed her to come over and see it again. She hadn't told her that she would bring Adam with her and what her reason for doing this was.

She told Adam that Kathy was so upset by her outburst that she had told Eve she wouldn't be able to see her or talk to her anymore. And about a week later, when for some reason Eve found herself slowly driving by Kathy's house, Kathy had seen her and there was a look of real fear on Kathy's face.

Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing as Eve blurted out this story in the midst of hysterical sobbing. She had controlled herself for days, but the minute he came back from delivering the kids to her parents one Saturday, she had broken down.

He did his best to console her and repeat his empty assurances that they would find a way to heal her and that Kathy would forgive her and be her friend again.

But nothing changed, until his boss at work changed.



Adam's new boss was Salome Cottonmouth, his first woman boss. He had no problems submitting to a woman in the workplace, despite what Eve and he had decided to do at home. Both he and Eve had always rendered unto Caesar what was Caesar's.

Mrs. Cottonmouth came to his department with a reputation. The good part was that she was a shrewd manager and able to make everyone who worked for her productive. This resulted in bonuses and recognition for her, and she was smart enough to spread the wealth, so her subordinates didn't mind when she cracked the whip; under her, they received financial and other benefits that they had never enjoyed before.

Unfortunately, the private side of Mrs. Cottonmouth was not so benign. She had married a powerful executive, but when her career surpassed his, she had imposed her will on him similar to the way she did with her subordinates. He had been as strong as she when they had married, but while he still held a high position in another company, she had broken him at home, and his colleagues would have been amazed to find out the tricks he performed for her when her perverse moods struck her. She was careful to keep his humiliating sexual subjugation secret, only because she knew it would hurt her career if it became public knowledge.

The thrill of breaking him whetted her appetite for more of the same, and so she began to take some chances. The word had gotten around that she was a wily seducer, and she enjoyed destroying men, especially happily married men or those who were in a happy long-term relationship.

She had a voluptuous body that she worked hard to keep that way. At work, her wardrobe was all stylish business suits, so she didn't flaunt her plus sized natural breasts or her perfectly round butt. But those who worked with her knew she wouldn't hesitate to use all of her physical assets, mental toughness and insatiable sexuality to take apart any man at the office she set her eye on and turn the person into a sniveling sycophant.

She was careful to do this away from the office, usually when she and a subordinate were on a business trip. Sometimes it was a woman that she destroyed, but she preferred men, because she considered them more of a challenge. When the two returned from the business trip, there was no change in their office relationship, but both knew she was now the boss of their sexual life, too, with the power to destroy any of their relationships and demean them any way and any time she felt like it.

She knew that whatever position she was promoted to, her reputation proceeded her, and she was amused at the way her new subordinates, especially the men, kept their distance at first. But though they knew that Mrs. Cottonmouth was danger personified, they were fascinated by her reputation and sooner or later one of the flies buzzed close enough to be trapped in her web. She used them until she spotted her next victim and then discarded them.

As Mrs. Cottonmouth got to know Adam, she began licking her chops, because she realized that he could be perhaps her greatest trophy. He was not only a strong, intelligent, confident and inspiring leader, but he was also caring, empathetic and motivating. What really turned her on was his kindness and spirituality. He genuinely cared for others, and he was devoutly religious but in a private way that never made anyone around him uncomfortable.

In her mind, it was a battle of good against evil, and she was excited for the opportunity to be the evil force that would overpower the good. She knew this one would take some planning, so she didn't rush into anything but carefully began laying the foundation.

As for Adam, even though he stayed away from gossip, he had heard the stories, and from the day she arrived, he had kept Mrs. Cottonmouth at arms' length. Like the other men, he was fascinated, but he knew better than to get too close.

He was relieved that their relationship seemed friendly but formal. She often complimented him, but it was only when he had really accomplished something worthwhile. On one level, he knew this was just her management skills at work, but on another level, this motivated him much more than when previous bosses had commended him with empty, insincere automatic language.

He didn't tell Eve anything about her until Mrs. Cottonmouth told him that he would be accompanying her to a four-day business trip to Kansas City. That worried him, and at dinner that night, he told Eve all about the rumors and about how Mrs. Cottonmouth hadn't caused any trouble so far but how he was still concerned about this trip.

Eve listened intently and asked a few questions about what Mrs. Cottonmouth looked like and what she acted like. Adam knew how sensible Eve was, and he waited for her advice. Finally, she said, "I am humbled that you are asking for my advice, Adam. As your wife, lover, and mother of your children, I am feeling like a lioness right now. I see this incarnation of evil trying to destroy our home, and my instincts are to pounce on her, and rip her to shreds.

"But neither our society nor God will permit me to do that. We are not animals, and she hasn't done anything, although every bone in my body tells me she will try. So all I can say is that I will pray for your strength, and I will trust in you as I always have. Your light shines brighter than her darkness, and I know that you will fight the devil with all your strength if he tries to lure you into sin during your trip."

"Eve, that was exactly what I needed to hear," Adam said. "You are above all other women in the world, and I will never dishonor you." That was the end of the conversation about Mrs. Cottonmouth. That night was a particularly wild one in bed, and Adam was happy that afterwards Eve didn't talk about her guilt but fell asleep with a smile on her face. As he drifted off, he wondered whether the discussion about Mrs. Cottonmouth had something to do with Eve's ardor.

When he dropped her off the next morning at the community college, she gave him a warm embrace and told him, "Be strong, Adam!," before he drove off. Her car was in the shop, and she was going to be picked up from school by the car dealer after class. She was using her babysitting pool hours to study videography and video editing.

After beginning online six months ago, she had advanced quickly, and when these classes were over, she would be at the professional level, proficient enough with the latest equipment and the top editing programs that she could make decent money if she wanted a job.

But neither she nor Adam wanted her to work and be away from the children, so she was going to use her new skills and some expensive cameras and computer hardware she had bought to make videos of the family, mostly the children.

Adam got a travel itinerary and schedule from Mrs. Cottonmouth that day for the trip though it was more than a week off. She was making an effort to inconvenience him as little as possible, he thought to himself. He was glad to know the schedule was packed and there were only a few minutes of free time each day and evening.

They sat next to each other in business class, but other than exchanging some pleasantries, they had no conversation during the plane trip, about business or anything else. When they checked in, she told him she wanted to relax a little before their dinner meeting that night and she would see him at the restaurant.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 05: Adam and Eve



The dinner with the client went well. In the cab back to the hotel, she thanked him for his contribution to the evening, as usual not in a general way, but specifically pointing out each helpful thing he said. It went that way for the next day, and the only slight hitch came the afternoon of the day before they were to leave. After a successful lunch meeting, she said that the 2 p.m. appointment had been canceled, and she was spending the afternoon at the pool and would see him at dinner.

He held his breath waiting for her to suggest that he join her, but she didn't, and when he said he'd walk around the resort area for a while before going back to his room, she said goodbye and left. About an hour and a half later, when he got off the elevator on the floor where their rooms were, he saw her walking toward him from down the hall.

She was wearing a terrycloth coverup, but it was wide open, and beneath it, her bountiful breasts were swinging free and wild. At least that's what he thought at first, but as she came closer, he could see that there was a tiny bikini that barely covered anything and certainly didn't control her large breasts.

"Hi," she said in a friendly voice as she passed him. He said "Hi" back, but his voice sounded parched and whispery. After he walked a few steps, he turned to look at her and saw that her terrycloth coverup came only to her waist. Below that were some firm round butt cheeks that were bouncing as wildly as her breasts had been as they swayed from side to side. Her string bikini between the cheeks was invisible.

He quickly turned around, but not quickly enough, because she had turned her head around too and caught him looking at her. Her expression was one he had never seen before. It was a combination of gotcha, open invitation and utter sexual depravity. But she never said a word as she turned her head around and headed to the elevator.

When he got to his room, Adam was in a sweat. He put the safety latch on the door as if that would protect him and then he sat on the couch. His heart was racing.

Was it a coincidence that she was coming down the hall at the exact moment he came back to his room? She had been back at the hotel more than an hour and a half, plenty of time for her to put on her skimpy suit and go down to the pool. Why had he turned around? What was she going to try next?

After a while he calmed down, and went over the incident more rationally. He thought about Mrs. Cottonmouth's voluptuous body on display for him and that look on her face. He smiled to himself. Sure she had aroused him by putting her breasts and butt on display. But Eve had just as much in both departments, and something else, too. Her body and her beautiful face complemented each other in a classic way. Sometimes he was torn between marveling at her and going at her.

No, Mrs. Cottonmouth definitely didn't stack up to Eve, he thought, and nothing had happened except that she had embarrassed him. The next day there was a meeting with the company that had canceled the day before. During some small talk between Adam and one of the company executives while they were at the bar, Adam said he hoped everything was okay yesterday.

"What do you mean?" said the woman.

"When you had to cancel our meeting, I thought there might be some crisis," he said.

"Cancel?" she said. "Oh, you mean the meeting that was rescheduled for today. We had a conflict, but we rescheduled that more than a month ago." The woman didn't notice Adam gulping. Mrs. Cottonmouth had lied to him.

There weren't any similar incidents the rest of the trip, except he thought he saw Mrs. Cottonmouth eyeing him at times on the plane. He never looked up from his study Bible, so he couldn't be sure.

When he told Eve about everything, she scolded him while laughing. "Adam, how could you even think for a minute that you ran into her almost naked by accident," she said. "Of course, she planned the whole thing. Watch out! She is really a schemer." That night, Eve was on a rampage in bed again.

After that, Eve began asking about Mrs. Cottonmouth. It wasn't often, maybe once a week, and Adam thought she was almost disappointed when he had nothing out of the ordinary to report. A month later, when he told Eve that he had to go on a three-day trip with Mrs. Cottonmouth, Eve's eyes lit up. "I wonder what she's going to try this time," she said. "Are you ready to resist her wiles? I will do my part by exhausting you the night before you leave -- if I have your permission, my husband."

"Permission granted," he said. That night, she exhausted him and herself in bed, and she also kept her promise for the night before he left.



The second road trip Adam took with Mrs. Cottonmouth was completely different from the first. He could tell right away from looking at their schedule of meetings, which she gave him a few days before they left. It seemed to him they could have accomplished everything they needed in one day and flown home that night. Not only that, but this trip was to a factory area in a small Southern town, so there was nothing to do during the many hours between business meetings.

Adam packed his study Bible and a couple of other books on life and religion that his pastor had recommended and that had been gathering dust on his bookshelf.

Starting with the first night, Mrs. Cottonmouth asked him to join her for non-business meals. Each time, the meal allegedly started with discussions of the upcoming meetings on the trip and developments at the home office, but after that, they started getting personal.

Mrs. Cottonmouth talked about herself first, her career moves, her decisions to put off having a family, her husband who was also successful -- although not at her level. She didn't go any further than that before turning the conversation to him and his life.

He was on his guard not to give her more than minimal information, but he soon discovered one reason for her successful career. With a voice dripping with sincerity and a friendly smile -- and without ever seeming to be pushy or persistent -- she could suck blood from a rock. The strange thing is he knew exactly what she was doing, and he still couldn't resist spilling his guts.

Soon he was talking to her about how he and Eve had decided to change their lives, how they had become Christians, what they believed in, how Eve deferred to him as head of the family even though he considered her brains and abilities much superior to his and how he tried to live his beliefs in his work without imposing them on others.

He found that Mrs. Cottonmouth was most interested in details of his relationship with Eve. He noticed that of all the things he told her, her greatest reaction came when he talked about their Christian approach to the family structure and that while he accepted the leadership role, he felt that Eve was the stronger of the two of them. She tried to draw him out further on the subject, but without much success, not because he was hiding anything, but because he didn't find this as strange as she apparently did.

She tried to pry into more intimate parts of their marriage, but there she had no luck. He wasn't used to talking about sex to anyone but Eve, and even Mrs. Cottonmouth's skills couldn't get him past that. Except for their sex lives, she had learned almost everything else that made him tick by the evening before they left.

They had a breakfast meeting with clients the next morning, and then there was nothing to do but go to the airport for their 2 p.m. flight. She asked him if he would join her in the little airport's cafe for lunch and picked a table at the farthest corner of the empty restaurant, where she sat against the wall so the only thing he could see was her face and no one else coming in could see his reaction to what she was saying to him.

"Adam," she began, "I'm sure you heard a lot about me before I arrived to take over your department. You might think what you heard was exaggerated, but it probably wasn't. And there is much more that you haven't heard; I'm going to tell you now.

"Maybe you're thinking, why am I doing this? It's because of what you've heard. Yes, I am a predator. I hunt down men and mount them in both senses of the word. I particularly enjoy matching up against a strong male and breaking him completely. You've probably guessed that I want to make you my next trophy.

"You can flatter yourself that I think you are the toughest man I've ever come across, and that is why I'm telling you all this. I realize the only way I could ever bag you would be through complete honesty. You have a strong belief system that keeps you grounded, and you are repelled by evil, even though like every man, you are also fascinated by it. I can't use my usual tricks and schemes on you. And then there's Eve. She has an amazing power over you that has a lot to do with the man you are, and the massive success that I see for you in the future.

"But because I'm hiding nothing, I'm telling you now that I still plan to bag you. No, I don't think I can overwhelm and dominate you and degrade and humiliate you like I've done to my husband and many other men, but because you are so highly attuned to good and evil, I've set up a lesser goal in your case. If I can lure you to the dark side only one time -- if I can trap you inside my body and bring you to orgasm -- to me, that will be my victory.

"Because even if you never go near me after that, I know what it will do to your mind and your relationship with Eve. It will affect you much more than the disgusting things I force my husband to do at home.

"So understand that everything I'm telling you today -- and everything I tell you about myself from now on -- will be the truth. But my honesty has only one motive -- to find a chink in your armor, to get you to make just one mistake, just one slip that will give me the greatest trophy of my career."

For the next hour and a half, he was silent while she told him the details of what she was continuing to do to her husband and what she had done with her previous conquests. As he listened, he realized that some of the degradation she had put her men through were similar to what Eve had described to him in the video she had seen. He guessed that when it came to sexual humiliation, there weren't that many variations. When you were out to pervert the function of every bodily organ God had created, you eventually ran out of ideas.

Even so, hearing what she had done to the men and what she had made them do for her was as disgusting as anything he had ever heard in his life. He felt as though he were wallowing in filth as he listened to her, and he wondered what would happen if he got up and walked away. But as she said, even he was fascinated with evil. So he didn't get up. When she finished, he noticed that he was sweating as if he had just finished a workout.

He was so thirsty, he ordered a beer, and she did, too. They sat sipping their beers. He was aware that she was looking at him, but he was only looking at his beer. When their plane was announced, they got up in silence and walked to the gate, and they didn't exchange a word during the flight.

When he got home, he looked so worn out that Eve was worried that he was sick. He said he was fine, but he couldn't talk about his trip now and he needed rest. He went to the bedroom without even looking in at his sleeping children, and he barely got his clothes off before he collapsed.

When he woke up the next day, Eve told him he had slept 12 hours and wondered whether she should book a doctor's appointment. He told her that he felt a lot better, and he wasn't going to waste the rest of the Saturday. They were going out with the children, and he would tell her about the trip that night.

After dinner, he first tried to summarize what had taken place. But Even wanted more. She was caught up with what he was saying and wanted to hear every detail -- including every sick thing Mrs. Cottonmouth had ever done to her men. When he finished and told her he couldn't think of anything else, she asked him, "Are you sure?" Then she sat looking at him silently, breathing hard. She was flushed. He didn't share her arousal, but when they went to bed, she got him so worked up that they went at each other like animals in rut.

The next night was even wilder. He felt that she was trying out new things, and some of them were mild variations of what Mrs. Cottonmouth liked to do to her men. One involved Eve spitting on her finger and putting it into his anus and then moving it in and out.

She had done something similar previously, but only momentarily and never moving it, but now this became a regular part of their lovemaking. Was she thinking of some of the things Mrs. Cottonmouth had pushed into her men?

As the days went by, the fever pitch level dropped only slightly. Just as she had been after she had seen the troublesome video, Eve was in heat, and she became the instigator and aggressor.

Adam found he didn't mind. In fact her energy and imagination inspired him to match her. She responded even more eagerly when he did this. He rarely came out the winner, but he was an ecstatic loser.

Week after joyous week, their passion for each other was undiminished. Later, they both agreed it was the happiest time of their lives. Adam noticed that for long periods, Eve didn't bring up the video anymore. But just when he began thinking the video episode was behind them, it would reappear with Eve's tears and self-recriminations.

These tearful scenes finally stopped three months later, after Adam's next business trip with Mrs. Cottonmouth, but not in the way either of them expected.



When Adam looked at the schedule for the trip, he didn't see anything suspicious. He and Mrs. Cottonmouth were arriving late on a Tuesday and spending all day Wednesday trying to close a big new account, then flying home Thursday morning. The plane flight was uneventful, and when they got to the hotel, both of them headed for their rooms because they had an early start the next day.

That day began with an 8 a.m. breakfast, and as the day wore on, the negotiations got more intense. Lunch was a working meeting in the office of one of the client's executives, and dinner was Chinese food in another office. When they finally left the corporate headquarters at 9 p.m., the huge parking lot was dark and deserted except for their rental car and a couple of cars belonging to the lawyers they had just left.

They were exhausted and quiet as they walked to the car, but the minute they were in motion, they rolled up their windows and yelled. They had put every ounce of their energy into the previous 13 hours, and it had all paid off and paid off big. They wouldn't need an airplane to fly home tomorrow.

Their chatter on the way back to the hotel was animated. They were exhausted but also totally awake, and Adam knew it would take him a while to fall asleep. When he was back in his room, he thought about calling Eve, but he decided not to bother her so late. Tomorrow, he would ask her to book a table at an expensive restaurant for a celebration.

His phone rang, and before he answered it, he had an uneasy feeling. It was Mrs. Cottonmouth, and she was crying. "Adam, something is wrong," she said. "The lawyers just called me and said that they found a problem when they were going over the papers, and they could not sign off on the deal. I tried to understand the problem when they explained it, but I just couldn't. I used everything inside me to persuade them to come here with the papers. They're coming to my room in a few minutes.

"I need you here to see if you can help me find out what went wrong. I feel like a zombie, but I can't let this fall apart if there's any possible way we can solve this problem. Please forgive me for being hysterical, but come to my room as fast as you can."

Adam was half-undressed, but he pulled on his slacks, buttoned his shirt and put his shoes on. He left his tie off and didn't tuck his shirt in. She was still crying when he knocked on her door.

"Try to pull yourself together," he told her. "We both went over everything thoroughly, so I'm sure this is either their mistake or a misunderstanding. The worst thing that could happen is that we stay over and don't fly home tomorrow morning, or that we have to come back one more time."

She started feeling embarrassed. "I know," she said, "but I had already cashed the check in my mind, and I was in a total celebration attitude one second and then flat on the floor a second later. I think I overreacted because I was so tired." He looked around and saw that she had been drinking from a bottle of expensive Scotch. Without being invited to share it, he filled up a glass for himself. He finished the glass and poured another.

By the time the lawyers got there 10 minutes later, she was looking more professional than Adam because he rarely drank more than half a glass of whisky at a time. But he was the one who immediately spotted the incorrect wording that was causing the problem. He also found the correct wording in the notes of one lawyer that were smeared by part of his lunch. In 15 minutes, everything was solved, and the lawyers apologized as they all shook hands. She offered some Scotch to the lawyers, but they wanted to get home.

When they left, she put her finger to her lips and looked at her expensive watch for a minute. Then she let out a yell as loud as the one earlier in the car.

"I feel like I've just been brought to the edge of ecstasy and then left hanging and frustrated and then given the biggest orgasm I've ever had," she screamed while she danced around the room. "For me, this is as exciting as great sex."

"I know what you mean," he said, excitedly, and the moment he said it, he knew it was the four glasses of Scotch talking and he had made a mistake. Why had he bought into her sex talk? Before he had time to regret it, he jumped. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, she had danced over to the couch where he was sitting and plopped down almost on top of him. But that's not why he jumped. As she sat down, her right hand launched like a heat-seeking missile and went straight down his pants and inside his briefs until it found what it was looking for.

Her face was so close to his that he couldn't tell if she was breathing hard, he was breathing hard or they both were. "We need to celebrate," she said.

When he got up from her bed an hour later, she was in a stupor from a combination of the Scotch and multiple orgasms. He had come, too, and now he was feeling really sick, both in body and soul. He looked at her naked, voluptuous body and felt disgusted, not with her but with himself.

The plane ride home was more exhausting to him than the sex. Mrs. Cottonmouth could see from the way he looked in the hotel lobby that he hadn't slept much all night and that he didn't want to hear a word from her. He sat as far away from her as he could in the rental car and in his seat next to hers on the flight.

His mind was like a car without brakes coming down a mountain road. He was trying to control it and steer it into the lane that led to safety, but it kept wanting to go over the cliff. He wrestled with it until he was soaked in sweat. For the first time, he understood what Eve had been going through with her guilt about watching the video. Only his transgression was many times worse, and thinking about it didn't excite him in any way. There was nothing redeeming about it. He would never remember that night with any emotion except disgust. Would Eve take the children and leave? How could she ever forgive him?

He was supposed to go to work when he arrived at the airport, but Mrs. Cottonmouth saw him heading the opposite direction toward home. She wondered if it was the last she'd see of him. She had bagged her trophy, even though she knew it had been a stroke of luck that had put him in her clutches and not anything she had planned. As she watched him go, she felt a certain satisfaction, but she also realized that she might have lost the best employee she had ever had.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 05: Adam and Eve



The toddlers were napping when he walked in and surprised Eve. She looked at him, and he could tell she immediately knew what had happened. They went into the kitchen, and he sat at the table with his head down until she handed him a cup of coffee.

He took a sip and then broke down. She didn't say anything while he sobbed and then told her everything. She listed with rapt attention as he went through the day minute by minute, but she didn't say a word until he finished. Then she asked him to explain in more detail what he and Mrs. Cottonmouth did in bed.

"I can remember everything else, but I can't remember that," he said. "I'm sorry. I must be blocking it."

"Try harder," she said. "Did she demean and humiliate you like she did her other men. What did she do? What did you do?"

"I don't think she did those things, Eve. I would probably remember something like that. All I know is that she was pretty drunk, and I was too. I know I came, and she came a few times. But otherwise, it's just a blur of lust. I'm so sorry."

"Number one, stop saying you're sorry," she said in a firm voice that he hadn't heard in a long time, maybe since before they were married. "I don't want to hear that again in connection with this. Ever."

"OK," he said softly, and he looked up at her, then looked down again quickly. Her eyes were like laser beams burning into his soul.

She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything for nearly an hour. Then they heard the toddlers stirring and starting to babble. She got up, and he began to get up too, but she glared at him and said, "Stay right there."

He didn't move, and eventually, she brought the children to their father, and he smiled and played with them. She watched him in stony silence for a few minutes, and then she said, "I think you're tired. Let's talk about this tonight."

He was tired. He felt almost lifeless as he dropped onto their bed and was immediately fast asleep. When he felt someone shaking him, he had trouble coming back to reality. He wanted to sleep forever, a dreamless, mindless sleep. He never wanted to get out of bed again.

"It's 7 o'clock," she said. "I've made you some dinner." They ate in silence, and after she cleared the plates, she sat down facing him. Her face was the same as before, with those burning laser eyes. Finally, she said, "What are we going to do? I mean, what am I going to do? You are the man of the household. Tell me. What should I do, my husband?"

His mind started to race. What should he tell her? What would make this come out right? What did she want to hear? She was waiting for him to answer, but he didn't know what to say.

"I can't tell you what to do, my wife," he responded using their formula, but he almost choked on his words. "All I can do is tell you some of things I was thinking on the plane. They were totally irrational, but if you want to hear them, I will share them with you."

"Please tell me, my husband," she said in a monotone.

He ran through some of the random thoughts that he could remember from the plane trip. He compared his sin with her sin and then said there was no comparison. He hoped his sin would finally bring an end to her suffering when she realized how she had really not harmed him in any way while he had humiliated her with Mrs. Cottonmouth.

He wondered if they should abandon their chosen lifestyle ritual of the woman yielding to the man and become equal partners. Some Christian couples they knew had done so, and it didn't seem to get between them and God. He never felt superior to her anyway, and now he felt like dirt under her feet.

He didn't want to be apart from her and the children, but he would understand if she found a good Christian man -- there were many at the church who admired her -- and left him. He hoped she would let him see the children, but if she wouldn't, he would not fight her in court. He hoped she would go to the pastor with him, so that he could tell everything to the pastor, and maybe the pastor could help them find a way through this. He had prayed last night and early this morning, and he would continue praying for her forgiveness the rest of his life.

He stopped when he couldn't think of anything more, and then there was a long silence again. Finally she stood up and said, "I'm tired."

"Do you want me to--," he started.

"No, come to bed, my husband," she said.

When they were in bed, she kissed him lightly on the lips. A dutiful kiss, he thought. After the kiss, she turned her back to him and was quiet. It took him a long time to fall asleep.

The next week was spent mostly in silence. Each night, she kissed him and then turned her back to him. Her expressions went through many changes, and often her words didn't match what her look was telling him. It was as if her face was divorced from her mind, he thought, as he looked at her.

The office was his only escape from the torture of looking at her, and he plunged into his work with joyless abandon. Mrs. Cottonmouth watched him, and although he never spoke to her about what had happened on the trip or since he got home, she figured that she had destroyed his marriage and her victory was complete.

She saw that even broken, he was still a brilliant assistant, and she did something she had never done before. She called him into her office and told him to close the door and sit down. Then she began to talk about things she never talked about at work.

"Adam, I don't know what's happened to you. Your work is as outstanding as it's always been, but everyone can see you're in pain. I'm sure there is some trouble at home, and I feel that you are struggling to find a way to atone. I'm sure you want to be humiliated and mortified to try to make up for what you did to Eve.

"As I told you before, I am a master when it comes to demeaning men. I know how to make them do things that they hate themselves for doing, to bring them down into the mud and to twist their minds into painful recognition of what slimy animals they are.

"Because I value you so much, I'm willing to do this for you. I think at this point, both physical and mental pain might help you. And of course, helping you experience it will bring me great pleasure. I won't bring this up again, but all you have to do is say the word." He didn't reply and got up and left her office.

The meeting with Mrs. Cottonmouth finally gave him a way to break the silence. When he told Eve that his boss had called him in to talk about his personal life, Eve immediately snapped out of her torpor and became animated. She wanted to know every word that was spoken in the meeting. When he told her what Mrs. Cottonmouth had said, Eve didn't say anything. She was looking at him, but her mind was a million miles away. He wondered what she was thinking.

She continued to turn her back to him at night, but otherwise, she became more attentive to him. Often he felt as though she was looking at him, even when he was facing away from her. They had never stopped going to church, but for a while, it seemed as if they were both only going through the motions, and both of them avoided looking at the pastor whenever they saw him.

Now, he noticed that she was more at peace with herself and was getting back in touch with her spirituality, in contrast to him. She even would smile at him occasionally.

It was a Sunday afternoon when she finally opened up. They had brought the children to his parents after church, and they had a few hours to themselves. She made some coffee and asked him to come to the kitchen.

When they were seated, she said, "I've been thinking about those questions I asked after you told me what happened. Thanks to Mrs. Cottonmouth, I think I may have come up with a solution. It's not a pretty solution, and I'm not even sure it will work. If you want me to tell you what's on my mind, I must ask you to not say a word until I've finished. If that's not pleasing to you, I will stop now.

"Thank you for allowing me to speak, my husband. I think we both realize that everything has changed and there's no way to go back to what we had before, which wasn't perfect but certainly seems better than what we're left with now. One thing that's the same is that I love you deeply, even though my feelings toward you have become more complicated.

"I thought about going to the pastor with you for counseling, but I'm worried that this would end by driving us apart. I'm sure he'd get me to forgive you, but I don't know if he could make me want to stay with you. If none of his ideas worked, he'd finally suggest that we try to find happiness with someone else.

"Maybe you have more confidence in counseling than I do; if that's what you want, I'll follow you, my husband, even though I'm fearful it will do no good.

"When you first told me what happened, my emotions were fury and hate. It made me physically sick to look at you for almost a week, although I tried to hide my feelings.

"I had thought that you were too strong for her, that our home and our children and our God would make you invulnerable, like the heroes of the Bible. How stupid I was! We both know Bible stories of human sexual debasement, even among the greatest heroes. They were human, and so were you.

"I came to realize, you needed to be forgiven for your sin, but how could I forgive what you did to me and the children, although they're never going to hear about it? Thinking about you and Mrs. Cottonmouth was eating me up. You wanted to atone for what you did, and I fantasized about different kinds of punishment, things that were cruel and violent. I was ashamed of my thoughts, but it didn't stop them.

"Then you told me about your meeting at the office, and it made me think again about Kathy's video, and then I thought of Mrs. Cottonmouth and all the ways she tormented her husband and any man she could get her clutches on, how she turned them into self-loathing insects by humiliating and debasing them sexually.

"And then I thought about my video classes, everything I learned about lighting and camera angles and equipment and close-ups and various editing styles and slow-motion and software. All these things were spinning around my mind. In the last few days, I put them altogether into a plan.

"Adam, although I've begun to pray again, this decision has nothing to do with God and prayer. This decision comes from the Devil, and I have no illusions about that. In fact, I've been praying to God for forgiveness before I even say anything, and I'll probably be continuing to ask his forgiveness the rest of my life if you go through with this.

"For your punishment, I want to do a video similar to what Kathy did with her husband. I'll also use some of the things Mrs. Cottonmouth told you she does to her men, and maybe some other disgusting things that have come into my mind when I thought of the video and her. I was going to ask you what were the 10 sexual things that you found most disgusting, but then I decided that wouldn't be fair. I need to be the one who's accountable, and so I picked the things that I thought would repel you.

"There will be only three people at the video shoot, and we'll do it in our bedroom. The third person is a fellow video student named Rick. He's very special, and I'll tell you more about him later. For now, I want you to know that I think he's totally trustworthy; the video is never going to leave this house. I have the hardware and software to do my own editing. Once it's finished, you will watch it with me at least one time, experiencing once more all the degradation you will go through when we make the video.

"I'm hoping that this extreme solution puts an end to this part of our lives and that we can then move on and begin to focus on God again instead of the Devil. But I can't promise that. I sometimes think you've sent my mind so far into darkness that I'll become like Mrs. Cottonmouth and will never see the light again. I'm hoping with all my might that this won't be the case, but I can't give you any guarantee.

"I'm not going to tell you what will happen to you in the video shoot. In Kathy's video, the man had no idea what was coming and that added to his humiliation. It will be the opposite for you, because you know all the things Mrs. Cottonmouth does to her husband, so you'll be anticipating them, and you'll be frightened from now until it's over. And I want to capture that fright in the video, along with the humiliation.

"So that's it, Adam. You don't need to give me your answer right away. I can wait, but I can't wait forever. The bottom line is you can agree to do everything I tell you to do in the video shoot, we can go to counseling, or we can start working out a separation. I see you have questions."

"How long will the video shoot be," he asked.

"Between one and two hours," she said.

"Will you show the video to your friends, like Kathy did?"

"Never. They won't even know there is a video. As I said, the video will never leave this house, and only the two of us and Rick will ever know of its existence."

"What if I decide to do it and then find I can't?"

"If you want me to make sure you don't change your mind at the last minute, I can do that. But before I agree to that, you have to convince me that you are certain this is your choice. I can answer more questions, my husband, but I don't think that will help you with your decision. I respectfully ask you to begin doing some thinking now."

That night when she turned her back to him, he couldn't fall asleep. He was more frightened than he could ever remember, but he couldn't tell if it was the video or the end of his marriage that he feared the most.

Eve didn't bring up the proposal again, and he managed to put it out of his mind during the day. But each night after she kissed him and turned her back to him, he thought about the decision he would have to make and had trouble falling asleep.

He noticed that the goodnight kisses had changed. Now they were no longer perfunctory, but getting more passionate. He began getting aroused by them and feeling frustrated as she turned away.

In the mornings, she would sometimes briefly caress and touch him like she used to do. Because he wasn't getting any relief, even the slightest touch got him worked up and frustrated.

Eve's modesty outside the house had never carried through to their private moments, but now he noticed that he saw her naked body more than ever before. It seemed as if she was always stepping out of the shower or changing clothes when he was in the bedroom.

At first, he thought he was imagining it, but he could swear that at such times, she was moving her body in ways he had never seen, almost doing an erotic dance with her generous breasts and beautiful rear moving in enticing rhythms as her legs parted to show off the large thicket of hair between them. Sometimes it got him so excited that he locked himself in the bathroom to get relief.

He finally understood that even though she wasn't pressuring him to decide, she was lobbying for her preferred choice. The nudity, the erotic movements and the caressing continued escalating, and he could tell she was getting impatient. But what could he say? He couldn't go through with the video, but he couldn't give her up either.

It was on a Monday morning, about four weeks after she had asked him, that he finally gave his answer. As he was walking out of the house, she said to him, "Adam, please pick up the kids from my parents on your way home. They're watching them while I meet with the family law attorney."

He stopped cold in his tracks and looked at her. "Don't worry," she said, "I didn't tell them why I wanted them to babysit. And the appointment is just a preliminary consultation. It doesn't cost us anything." He called her from his desk an hour later to tell her to cancel her appointment and to give her his decision.

The next day, he had to call in sick, because he hadn't slept all night. After all the weeks of pent-up desire for each other, they hadn't stopped making love until they heard the children's voices the next morning. She was still full of energy as she got up to give them breakfast, but he was exhausted. As he drifted into a deep sleep, he frowned as he thought to himself that she certainly didn't leave any doubt that he had made the decision she had wanted him to.



"Rick, I want you to meet Adam," said Eve. "Adam, this is Rick, my friend from the video classes." Rick's huge hand almost enveloped Adam's when they shook.

Adam was not a small man, but Rick towered over him. He must have been at least 6 foot 7. Adam also couldn't help noticing the massive chest and huge arm muscles. Eve saw Adam sizing him up.

"Rick says they're all the real thing, no steroids," she said, smiling. "He told me he was a starting lineman in college, but he couldn't make the pros because he wasn't able to put on enough body mass. He sure looks massive to me. He can bench press 400 pounds. That's more than double what you weigh.

"Rick does some performing in porno films, and you won't believe this, but at our first class he came right over and sat next to me, and during the break, he tried to recruit me to work with him in his next film. I turned red as a beet and almost died when everybody looked at me as they came back to the room.

"A few days later, some of the girls were talking about how huge he was in a certain area, but by that time, we had gotten to know each other, and he knew never to bring up that part of his life. As I got to know him, I found out he was a wonderful person, gentle, caring and honest. He kept asking me until I finally shared some of our beliefs with him.

"From his questions, he seemed like he was interested in finding out more. Or maybe he's only interested because of me. I told him one night that I could never respect a man who wasn't totally honest, and that's when he told me he had feelings for me and that if you ever let me down, he would be there for me. I told him that I was sure that would never happen, but if I hadn't found the one person meant for me throughout eternity, I'd have definitely considered dating him.

"The day after you told me what happened with Mrs. Cottonmouth, I was very distraught in class, and Rick wouldn't leave me alone. I should have been strong, but I broke down and told him. He was very angry, and he wanted to confront you and hurt you. I told him he had a lot to learn if he ever wanted to be born again.

"When the idea of the video came to me, I thought of him immediately because he was one of the best students in the class. For the first time, I went online and watched a few of his performances. He was even larger than I imagined in every way. And he was so strong that he could do things with the girls that were almost like a circus act, even with some of the bigger girls.

"I told him your weight, and he said that he had done the same tricks with girls even heavier than you for something called big beautiful women videos. Combined with the fact that he hasn't gotten to know you yet and still dislikes you, this made me realize that he was perfect for my project.

"Even though Rick is straight, he's had to act some roles that involve threesomes with couples. Sometimes the plot has been about the wife humiliating her husband and forcing him to have sex with Rick. Of course, usually the man playing the husband is gay, but Rick has to be able to make love to the wife and then pretend to force himself on the husband during the same shoot.

"Believe it or not, even though he doesn't like you, he tried to talk me out of this, because he knew that it went against my values, and he was worried that it would hurt me more than you. But I finally persuaded him to help me by promising that afterward, I would help him find a spiritually fulfilling life."

While he listened to her, Adam was looking around the bedroom. It was Saturday morning, but the children had been at her parents' since yesterday, and they weren't coming back until Sunday. She had sent him off to the coffee house right after he woke up with instructions not to come back until 10 a.m.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 05: Adam and Eve



He saw that she and Rick had been busy for the last two hours. He could barely walk into the room without tripping over cords attached to power boxes that were full of plugs. Even though the air conditioning was on, the room was warm and humid from all the powerful lights arrayed around the bed. Some of them were on stands and aimed down from near the ceiling, and others were at every level down to actual bed level. Cameras on tripods were also at various levels around the bed, pointing at the brightly lit sheets from every angle. Eve showed him the master switch that would start all the cameras at the same time.

Eve and Rick were in constant motion around the room; making an adjustment here, moving something there, fiddling with knobs, flipping switches. "What's that?" he asked Eve, pointing to a small machine on a rolling stand.

"It's a breast pump," she said. "When I rented it, the lady at the store complimented me on how I was in such good shape after having a baby. If she only knew what I'm going to do with it today." She smiled at Adam, and her smile frightened him.

"And what's that," he said, pointing to a rolling apparatus she must have also rented at the medical supply store. "Are you going to drug me, too?"

"Don't be silly," she said with a laugh. "The only artificial thing we'll be using today is the breast pump. No Viagra, no drugs, no condoms, no vibrators, nothing but us. That large pouch hanging from the rolling stand is full of lubricant.

"And that reminds me, I'm sorry to tell you that you have to get uncomfortable right now, because we don't want this video to be unappetizing. Please go to the bathroom, and you'll see what you need on the counter." He saw two enema prep solutions and a note that said, "Please use one, and when you are done, use the other one. Then take a shower." When he had dried himself after the shower and walked out of the bathroom, he felt so empty inside that it seemed like he was hollow.

He was wearing a towel around his waist, and he saw they were finished setting up and were and standing next to each other talking.

"Come over here, Adam," said Eve. "I was starting to explain to Rick how this string works, but I can tell both of you at the same time. When you told me you were worried about losing your nerve, I thought of this. This is how it goes on." She bent down in front of Adam and he felt her fingers moving his testicles around. Then she was standing up again and showing him a piece of string.

"What I did was put a slip knot around your testicles, sort of like you use for a Yo-Yo," she said. "It's attached to this string. Look down now while I slowly pull the string."

He looked down and saw that his testicles were slowly being pulled forward between his legs until they were out in front of him. He also felt the pulling, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.

"The string is thin but strong," she said. "You won't be able to see it in the video, so it will be like an invisible reminder of your commitment. If you don't follow my instructions, you'll get a little tug. If that isn't strong enough, the string will be pulled very gently until you respond. It will cause pain once the testes are stretched out far enough, and eventually it could even rip them from your body, but that's not going to happen. Rick swore to me. But just the thought that it could happen will be enough to motivate you."

When Adam spoke, his voice startled him. It was high and shrill. "I don't know about that string, Eve," he said, trying not to look at Rick. "You know I agreed to this. I'm just worried that there could be an accident because of something nobody anticipated."

"Don't worry about accidents," Eve said. "I'm going to make sure nothing is going to happen to my husband that I honor above all others. As long as things are moving along, the string will be so loose you won't even feel it. And I'm planning to remove it as soon as I think I can.

"If you really want me to, I will take it off right now. But then if you get skittish, we have no fail-safe mechanism. Rick has plans for the afternoon, so we can't sit here while you change your mind back and forth. So if there's no string, and you stop even once -- even if you don't realize you are stopping -- it will be over, and we'll pack up the equipment.

"Then we'll go right to Plan B, which is the counseling, and if that doesn't work, the lawyers. You know I don't have a good feeling about the other plans, not like I do about this one.

"That's why the string makes sense to me. You have some idea of what is going to happen this morning, Adam, and even though you are doing this totally of your own free will, I wouldn't blame you one bit for some occasional reluctance and hesitation. But with the string, that won't be a problem. We'll be able to press on and finish and give ourselves the best chance at making a great video. Think about it a little, and I'm sure you'll agree."

He looked at the floor and thought about it a few minutes, and then he barely nodded, without looking up.

"Just a few more things before we get started," she said. "See that foam we stuck up all over the walls. It's soundproofing. I didn't want you wearing any kind of gag because I want your reactions to be as real and honest as possible. So our bedroom is as soundproof as a recording studio now, and you don't have to worry about being as loud as you want and scaring the neighbors.

"You don't have to say anything during the video if you don't want to, and Rick won't be speaking. But I will. Rick and I learned how a good voiceover can enhance a video and make it stronger, so I created a plot and even a script that I'll improvise both on camera and off. Some of it is pretty bizarre, so don't get freaked out. Remember, none of this is real; what I say means absolutely nothing. But you both need to listen to me, because I've embedded the instructions for everyone into my script.

"I think you'll get what I'm doing right away, but if I see that anyone is confused, we'll just stop so I can explain, and then I'll fix the transition in the editing room. I hope we don't have to do that because number one, I want things to flow naturally. And number two, it will just take longer if we keep on stopping and starting, and I'm sure you'll want to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Rick and I are going to take turns with the high definition hand-held camera, and we'll be coming in tight to get some close-up action while the mounted cameras get the medium and long shots. If you want to see what we're shooting, just look at the monitors. We've put five large monitors on stands a little bit back from the bed. It's hard to see them now because of all the lights; once you're down on the bed, you'll be able to look in every direction and see exactly what's happening.

"Rick and I took showers while you were gone. No, not together. So we're ready. Whoever is holding the camera will also be holding the string. Please lie down in the middle of the bed now, on your back. But take off the towel first. Rick, aim your camera at me to start."

Adam noticed she had put on a costume. It was kind of Arabian Nights. There were veils draped over her body. She twirled around a few times as he moved to the bed, and the sheer pieces flew away from her body to give tantalizing glimpses of her naked body beneath.

As she twirled, she began speaking. "Our Lord and master has commanded us to his presence so that he might teach us the wisdom of the ages. First, 'Thou shalt not commit adultery' from Exodus 20:14, and from Hebrews 13:4, 'Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.' And then 'The man that committeth adultery with another man's wife, even he that committeth adultery with his neighbor's wife, the adulterer and the adulteress shall surely be put to death,' from Leviticus 20:10.

"Today, my lord and master and his two obedient subjects will demonstrate the ancient wisdom before the cameras so all his subjects may watch and learn."

She began removing her veils as she said, "From 'The Song of Songs,' 7:1: 'The joints of thy thighs are like jewels.' She posed before him naked for a moment as he lay there barely breathing. He was struck again by how beautiful her body was. Then she crawled onto the bed, and pulled his legs apart and knelt between them. As her mouth sucked him in, he took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but within seconds he was hard. They had stopped making love off four days ago because she said she wanted both of them sexually ravenous for the video. It had definitely worked with him.

He leaned back on his elbows watching her head bob up and down on him while her cheeks sucked him in and her tongue played around his penis. How could she do all that at the same time? Then he felt her fingers around his balls, gently lifting them, dropping them, moving them, pulling at them, and soon he couldn't hold back anymore and squirted a huge release into her mouth. She stopped bobbing but continued sucking and stopping, sucking and stopping, until he was soft.

Then she raised her head up and moved up his body until her face was right above his. Her mouth was shut tightly and she was breathing through her nose. He knew what she wanted, but he couldn't do it. He waited for the string to be tugged, but it wasn't.

She smiled at him with pursed lips and put her right hand on his forehead and gently smoothed his sweaty hair to the side. Then she took her thumb and first finger and placed them in the middle of his forehead at the hair line. She gently brought them slowly straight down his forehead and then down his nose as she continued smiling with her cheeks puffed out from what was in her mouth. As she reached the bottom of his nose, the two fingers split apart and went to each side of his nose. Before he knew what was happening, she began pushing the thumb and index finger together, pinching his nose shut. He began shaking his head wildly up and down and side to side. She didn't try to stop him, but the fingers traveled with his head and never let go.

His head movements began to slow down and his eyes grew wider as she slowly bent forward looking at him intently with her smiling pursed lips. She brought her lips down to his lips and waited. When he made a few more jerky movements to try to get away from her, she raised her lips slightly and watched him, but then she brought them down again and pushed them lightly against his lips.

Finally, he opened his mouth wide to gasp for air, and as he did, she pushed her lips in and opened them. The air flooded into his lungs and his come flooded from her mouth into his at the same time. He began choking and coughing as some of the semen went the wrong place. She let go of his nose, and he coughed some of the come up into his nostrils and began sneezing it out, feeling a horrible smell and burning sensation. As he struggled to breathe, he felt her tongue inside his mouth churning the vile stuff around in every direction and then pushing it toward his throat. Finally, it was all swallowed, and she silently lifted her face up and smiled at the camera Rick had been holding a few inches from their faces.

"I hope my lord and master is pleased with the meal from his humble servant," she said.

She reached for a puffy pillow and put it under Adam's head, raising it to a 45-degree angle, and then, on her hands and knees, she slowly turned around so she was facing his feet, as she said, "The Song of Solomon, 4:16, 'May my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits!'"

He looked up and saw her massive black bush above his head. It was one of the things that never failed to excite him when she took off her clothes, and he loved to dive into it and search for her clitoris. Her strange words didn't make him enthusiastic to do this today, but as she slowly lowered it onto his mouth and adjusted herself, he dutifully began probing with his tongue, until he found her lips, already wide and drenched with signs of her arousal. As he began pleasing her in the way he knew she liked, he felt her place something lightly at the tip of his penis. He felt a slight tickle there, and soon he felt himself getting hard again. Whatever it was was getting him aroused.

Eve began shifting from side to side and front to back on his mouth. Now the thing at his tip was gone, and Eve was using her hands, pumping him up and down bringing him closer to the edge. And then her hands slowly pulled off of him as his body pushed up in frustration. She also leaned forward until his tongue fell from her and traveled through her bush into the open air.

"I hope my Lord and master is pleased with the juicy fruits of my garden," she said. "Now I offer him my vegetable patch. If he will pull open the gates wide with his hands, he can get access to the root vegetables buried in the mud. He can probe into every part of the garden, and as he does, the gate to my vegetable patch will open wide and allow him to go deep down to seek the roots."

At first, Adam didn't understand what she was talking about, but then she shifted forward over him and spread her legs wider as she leaned back again. Now her bush was no longer at his mouth, but her butt was. He looked between the spread cheeks for the first time and saw a lot of damp hair, not quite as much as around her vagina, but sweatier, and in the center he saw a small wrinkled round spot which was moving slowly toward his face. As her cheeks brushed his face, she stopped.

"I am ready for my lord and master to pull open the gate of the vegetable patch," she said, and he felt her hands return to the junction of his legs and begin stroking him. Again he knew what she wanted him to do, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Would he feel the string now? No, he only felt her soft stroking fingers as she waited for him.

Then he felt her cheeks pushing down on his face as she lowered her body further. Now she was putting all her weight on his face and beginning to move her rear around on it, as if she was rubbing hard at a stubborn spot. Her cheeks pushed open and swallowed his face. There was damp, smelly darkness and no air. He held his breath for a while, but the darkness didn't go away. He was suffocating and his body began to squirm frantically. He felt his hands slamming into the mat at his side and his feet kicking out, trying to escape from the smothering moist, hairy dampness.

Slowly she lifted herself off of him as he gasped for air. "I am ready for my Lord and master to pull open the gates of the vegetable patch," she said again. She shifted until her cheeks were cheek to cheek with his cheeks again. He reached up and pulled them apart. "He can open the entrance wide," she said, and he pulled them as wide as he could. He could see straight into her anus. It looked dark and scary to him.

The widened anus began to come down further, and she shifted several times until it was a half-inch above his mouth. "My garden is ready for my Lord and master to explore," she said and moved her anus closer to his mouth. He began to lick it. He felt her body jump as his tongue first touched it. Was this the first time she had ever done something so disgusting too? he thought while licking and trying to keep from gagging from the smell and taste.

"My Lord and master may explore as deeply as he likes," she said, "and he may move as fast as he likes." He hesitated, but not long. He didn't want to be smothered by her ass again. Tentatively, he pushed his tongue in, and this time he heard a gasp from her. She was going to town with her hands on him, bringing him to a peak and then slowing him down again and again. He was starting to feel pain in his testicles.

He pushed in until he could go no further and then with his tongue sticking out as far as he could get it, he began moving his head back on the pillow and forward into her. Back and forth it went as he pushed his tongue in and out of her anus. Her body began to move slightly to meet him. He noticed something pushing between her vagina and his chin. It was one of her hands. The other one kept working on him, driving him wild.

He felt her fingers against his chin. They were moving through her hair and up and down on her clitoris, getting faster. The agony between his legs was making him push his tongue in and out faster, too. Her hand between her legs kept pace, and her body began to squirm on top of him, sometimes causing her to come down on his tongue and squeeze his face between her cheeks again, but then she remembered to come back up to give him air.

She was getting more and more out of control and he was getting more worried about suffocating when she stopped and froze. Then her entire body shook and kept shaking for almost a minute. As she shook, she pushed down on his face again and her hand went crazy between her legs. He felt her anus spasming on his tongue and held his breath hoping he'd survive, even as he felt her hand on him speed up and bring him again to the brink of release. Then suddenly she seemed to realize what she was doing to his face and her rear snapped off of him. He gasped for air and kept gasping as her hand brought him over the edge and his second release exploded from him. She slumped forward on top of him and took long, deep breaths. He could feel her body heaving up and down on his while she recovered.

"Cut," she said and got up from the bed. "That was simply awesome, Adam. I know I could never do what you just did. I would throw up. I don't know how you managed it. But I can tell you this, if I could ever make myself do it, it would be for only one reason, so that you would do it to me again."

"What is all this Lord and master, stuff?" he asked her.

"Nothing," she said. "I told you not to think about it. It's just a plot to help hold the video together. The idea came from my submission to you as a Christian wife. It made me think back to the times when women were really just the property of their husbands, and the rulers could take them whenever they wanted to. So Rick and I are a couple of your subjects, and you are our lord and master, who is commanding us to help you make this video to teach your subjects about proper and improper sex that's mentioned in the Bible."

"But you are really commanding me," he said.

"But the audience doesn't know our little twist," she said with a giggle. "Of course, the audience will only be you and me." She laughed. She was now recovered.

"OK, Rick," she said, "Hand over that camera. It's time for you and Adam to get to work."

When Rick took off his clothes, Eve saw the fear in Adam's eyes. She wondered again whether Rick had told her the truth when he assured her Adam would be in no danger, that he would experience tremendous psychological pain. But with enough lubricant and enough care, his body would bend but not break. She looked at Rick's equipment hanging loosely from his body. How could any woman take that in the normal place without tearing? There was no way it could go into a woman's, or a man's anus. And yet it did. She had seen it for herself online.

"Romans 13:13," she said, 'Let us behave decently, as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery.'"

"My Lord and master's subject will submit himself by lying on his back and allowing my Lord and master to lift his legs up and push them back behind his head. Then the subject will bring one arm over each pulled-back leg, locking them in place, and putting the hands under his thighs. In this Viennese Oyster position of subjugation, the subject's buried treasure is raised high in the air and spread wide for the exploration of my Lord and master. My Lord and master can examine the trail leading to the treasure, which is covered with thick, dark, moist, fragrant growth. Then my Lord and master can explore the trail and push through the growth and feel for every crevice and outcropping.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 05: Adam and Eve



"Soon my Lord and master will be able to find the treasure cave at the end of the trail. There he can explore the cave entrance before plunging into the darkness and going deep inside to explore every fissure and crevice. He will need to pull back to the entrance for fresh air often, but he can move in and out of the cave faster as he goes on.

"The cave exploration will arouse a sleeping snake nearby, a snake as tall and thick and hard as a mighty oak tree. But my Lord and master knows how to beguile this reptile until it releases every drop of its white venom and turns into a limp worm that falls into the dust."

Adam's nausea was starting to get out of control. He didn't see how he could stick his tongue into Rick's anus without heaving his breakfast. When Rick lay down in the middle of the bed, he quickly moved as far from him as he could and then sat in stony silence trying to decide what to do.

He felt a tug between his legs. It was gentle. He looked up to see Eve smiling at him and holding up the string to show him she was reminding him. She gave it another gentle tug while continuing to smile. He looked away. For a minute, there was no sound but three people breathing in the room. Then he felt the string again. This time it was not a quick jerk, but a slow, gentle pulling. It actually didn't feel as bad as the tugs. He looked down and saw his testicles come out from between his legs so slowly that he felt his life was in slow motion. He was looking at them as if they were not his. It was a curious feeling to see them slowly being pulled further and further away from the juncture of his legs. They looked funny.

The pain started as a kind of warm feeling that got warmer and warmer until it was burning. His testicles were now connected to his body with a rubber band of skin that was slowly being stretched. He began to breathe deeply and noticed that some of his breaths sounded like sobs. But it still wasn't him. He couldn't bring himself to move or say anything. All he could do was watch the balls moving from his body toward Eve's. What was she going to do with those big hairy balls when the sack holding them was ripped open? Would she put them in a jar as a souvenir? Would she fry them up and serve them for dinner?

Now the pain was spreading through his body and mind. He was no longer the observer. He was totally involved in the excruciating feeling. His breathing became faster, louder, out of control. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He was about to be emasculated.

Then it all stopped. He looked up and saw Eve's smiling face. She lifted up the string in her hand to show that it was slack. She took the index finger of her right hand and lifted it into the air to direct his gaze toward it. Then she began tapping it on her left wrist, right below the back of her left hand. She watched the finger tap five times, and then it stopped and she lifted her face and looked at him. She looked back at her finger and tapped five times again and looked up at him again.

What was she doing? She was trying to tell him something? Why didn't she just come out and say it? There was nothing on her wrist where she was tapping. She wasn't wearing any jewelry like a bracelet or a watch. A watch. That was it. She was tapping an imaginary watch, telling him he needed to hurry.

Just as he figured this out, he felt the slight steady pull on the string again. This time though, he wasn't looking at something from a distance, something funny. Although there was no physical pain yet, he was engaged with that string and his testes immediately, and the pain he was feeling was the pain that was coming a few minutes from now. He couldn't take that pain again, but he couldn't use his mouth on Rick either. What was he going to do?

He watched a few more seconds as his testes were slowly pulled away from him and then he raised his arm. The pulling stopped immediately. He turned and crawled up on the bed between Rick's legs. He lifted them up in the air as Rick moved his arms inside them until they were stretched down his chest and across his stomach. He pushed them back until Rick's feet were behind his head. Rick's arms came out wide and he wrapped them around his legs behind the knees, pulling them further back, and then dropped his hands down and put them under his hips, locking his legs back.

Rick's butt was pulled up in the air, and Adam could see all the damp hair inside his crack, much more than Eve had. Even though the position pulled Rick's cheeks wide apart, there was so much hair that even in the bright light, Adam wasn't sure he actually saw the anus, although he figured out where it probably was.

"My Lord and master can explore the trail leading to the treasure, which is covered with thick dark, moist, fragrant growth," Eve said again. Adam bent down and began licking up and down Rick's crack, tasting the sweat and other sickening flavors inside the thick hair. He thought he heard a chortle of glee from Eve, but when he looked up all he saw was her camera inches from his mouth. This is going to be a really appetizing closeup, he thought, and tried to close his nose as he went back to licking.

He worked his way into the hair and found the anus, which was much more slimy and disgusting than Eve's, or was that just his imagination? He began tonguing it, and he felt it responding. It seemed to be opening and closing involuntarily as he touched certain nerves. He steeled himself and began pushing at it with his tongue. It didn't open right away, but then he felt it widening.

When this happened, Adam couldn't keep his head from whipping back as his mouth gasped. Did he hear Eve gasp, too? Was it because she realized how sick this was or because she was getting excited by his degradation. He tried to see her, but the lights were bright and the camera was in the way.

He put his head down to Rick's anus and pushed his tongue inside. Rick was twitching and his muscles inside were spasming, holding Adam's tongue in a tight grip, and then releasing it. The spasming increased as he began stabbing into Rick and pulling out, and Adam didn't know how much longer he could do this before throwing up. He began making heaving sounds.

Eve must have sensed what was happening, because her words came in a rush. "The cave exploration will arouse a sleeping snake nearby, a snake as tall and thick and hard as a mighty oak tree. But my Lord and master knows how to conquer this most dangerous of creatures by charming and deceiving it."

Adam raised his head from between Rick's cheeks and looked in front of him. Evidently Rick liked a tongue in his butt, because his penis looked as tall and as thick as a telephone pole. Without thinking, Adam raised his body and head up until he could suck the end of it into his mouth. All he knew was that anything was better than what he had been doing a few seconds ago.

Rick released his legs from his arms and put them down on the bed again. He was highly aroused and immediately began responding to Adams bobbing head with thrusts that sometimes hit the back of Adam's throat, causing Adam to gag and stop. Rick saw this and tried to control himself, but Adam had decided that as long as he had to do this, he would attempt to end it as quickly as he could.

He tried to copy some of the things that Eve had done when she was sucking him to speed things up, and he saw that it was working. Within a minute; Rick's body was like a piston moving rapidly against Adam's mouth, and then it stopped for an instant as Rick groaned loudly. As he groaned, the flood began. It shot down Adam's throat, up his nostrils and out onto his face. It filled his mouth so full that had to gulp it down fast to keep from choking.

As Rick stopped spurting, he started to lift his head off of him, but he felt one of Eve's hands softly pushing the back of his head as she recited, "My Lord and master knows how to beguile this reptile until it releases every drop of its white venom and turns into a limp worm that falls into the dust." 

Adam let her hand guide his head back to Rick's deflated member and began sucking again. He was amazed at how much more came out. Finally, there was nothing more, and Adam got up and ran to the bathroom where he grabbed the toilet bowl and delivered his breakfast.

When he came back to the bedroom, Eve brought him a glass of water. "Drink this," she said. "You might get dehydrated."

"Why do you care?" he said angrily.

"I do care," said Eve, "but I'm not playing that role until an hour from now. Until them, I'm a filmmaker, and I need to get the best from my actors. I'm not going to say anything to make you less angry with me, because I want your anger for the video." But she did let him rest for half an hour before calling him to the bed again and reaching for the string between his legs.

"This is coming off now. You are free to do whatever you want while we film the last three scenes. In fact, I would love for there to be some great conflict and emotion in the remaining scenes. Therefore, you are allowed to resist in any way you want. There are no holds barred for you, because you're smaller than Rick. Rick can use his strength, but is not allowed to resort to violence.

"Once I say 'Action,' each remaining scene will last only a half-hour or less. In the first two scenes, it will end if Rick comes. In the last one, if you come.

"Now it gets more complicated. Even though you agreed to this, the longer you can keep Rick out of you, the less degradation for you. Maybe you can escape him for the entire half hour. In that case, we'll skip the scene.

"Since Rick doesn't like what you did to me, he's motivated to ravage you as long as he can before he comes. Also, I told him that if he helped me humiliate you today, and you decide to leave me, I will help him become a Christian and even think about going out with him.

"Rick, to be honest, there's no way I would ever leave Adam, and I still hope with all my heart that Adam will not leave me. So you're probably never going to touch me, and working on editing this video with me is probably as close as we'll ever get. I hope that's some motivation for you.

"Okay guys, my camera is ready. First let's get both of you aroused with the breast pump."

Adam watched as she placed a little suction cup against the tip of Rick's penis. It was attached to a receptacle and a tube leading to the small machine. She turned on the machine, and he saw Rick's penis being gently sucked into the cup and then released. In a minute, it was stirring and in three minutes it was sticking straight out again. Then she came to Adam and did the same. That's what tickled me and got me hard when I was eating her out, thought Adam.

"Now, I want you standing and facing each other on opposite sides of the bed to start with," she said. "That's it. Point those weapons at each other. After I finish my voiceover, I'm not going to say action, so you can just start the second my voice pauses. Here we go.

"Leviticus 18:22, 'Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that is detestable.'" She paused, and Adam looked across the bed at Rick. Rick's hand shot out, reaching for him. Adam ducked back in time to send Rick sprawling across the bed grasping thin air.

Adam moved quickly to get put as much distance between himself and Rick as possible. He stayed by the bed, because he knew if he ran to another part of the room, he might get trapped.

Rick began walking around the bed toward Adam, and Adam moved away from him. Because Rick had a much larger stride, Adam had to jog when Rick walked and had to run when Rick began to jog. When Rick began to run, the distance between them got smaller, and Rick tried to pull him back by the shoulder or grab his arm. Neither worked as Adam twisted free each time. "25 minutes left," said Eve. "You guys are doing great. Wait until you see the expressions on your faces."

Adam continued to run, dodge and weave, and Rick continued to reach for him in vain. For a while, Rick jogged at the same pace without trying anything. Either he was waiting for him to tire, thought Adam, and didn't realize that he was in good shape. Or he was thinking up some new strategy.

The second guess was right. Rick sped up a little, forcing Adam to run faster. Just as Adam rounded a corner of the bed, Rick was coming to the previous corner. Rick then stopped suddenly and flipped himself in the air and across the bed in an instant. Adam tried to stop himself, but he ran right into Rick's open arms, which wrapped around Adam and gave him a tight hug, pushing their hard penises into each other's bodies where they were forced up between them. Continuing to hold him tightly, Rick leaned back slowly and then fell on the bed on his back with Adam facing him. As Ricks' arms held him tight, Adam felt Rick's hands move down his back to his cheeks and start to massage them. He was using his big hands to grab hunks of his soft flesh there and squeeze them and then release them. Then the hands reached into his crack and started pulling his cheeks apart and letting them snap back together. Each time, Rick pulled them wider apart and Adam felt his anus beginning to open up as the cheeks were stretched.

"Cut!" screamed Eve. "Hold it right there."

"Omigod," she said. "I am so sorry to interrupt you because you guys were doing great. But I suddenly realized that I forgot all about the lubricant."

Adam was able to move his head, which was pushed into Rick's chest, to the side to look at her. She was quickly wheeling the hospital rolling stand with the large pouch hanging from it toward them.

"Rick, please reach down past Adam's ass to his thighs. Now pull his thighs toward you so his knees come up and his ass is pushed higher in to the air. I want his ass as high as possible, so when I put this tube in him, it's going almost straight down."

As Rick bent him and forced his ass up, Adam felt Eve's fingers, which were coated with greasy stuff, entering him, then leaving, then pushing more greasy stuff inside him. Then the fingers withdrew and he felt the tube being pushed deep inside him. His body began to fill up; he felt his stomach growing and pressing against Rick.

Something wet splashed on his butt, and the liquid rushing into him stopped. "He's filled to the rim," said Eve. "A little of it came out, so let me wipe him clean and get you guys hard again, and then you can start when I say 'Action.'"

Adam felt a damp cloth wiping around his anus, and then it was gone. He felt Eve's hands push between their bodies and find his soft member. She pulled it to the side so some of it was sticking out and put the sucking bulb to the tip. In a minute, he was hard and felt double urgencies. He needed to expel his semen from the front and the liquid inside him from the back. He squirmed with discomfort as she fished for Rick's member and gave his tool the same treatment until Adam could feel it expanding between their bodies. Then her hands were gone.

He looked at Eve and saw that she had her camera back in her hand and was making adjustments. She saw him looking and gave him a smile as she loudly said "Action!"

Rick must have been planning his next move while Adam was filling up with lubricant, because his action was immediate. Holding Adam tightly, he quickly rolled over so he was on top of Adam. Adam pushed his legs tightly together, but Rick placed one of his knees in the space where his thighs were pressed together and leaned forward to slowly put all of his weight on the knee. It forced itself between the thighs, and then Rick did the same with his other knee.

Now both of Rick's knees were locked tightly between Adam's pressing thighs. Rick stopped for a second and then Adam felt a large hand beginning to stroke his member, which, thanks to the breast pump, was standing straight up. He let out a yell as he felt it stimulate him and disgust him at the same time. As he shouted, he felt Rick's knees push apart, pushing his legs wider. They kept pushing, and he felt his legs moving slowly farther and farther apart. Suddenly Rick dropped down onto Adam's stomach and stretched out his legs. As he fell on Adam, Adam heard what sounded like a loud fart. It was lubricant being squeezed out of him as if he were a plastic squeeze bottle. He felt the liquid running out of his rear and onto the bedsheets.

Adam tried to catch his breath after Rick's belly flop, but before he could, Rick had pulled his arms out from under Adam, pushed himself up to his knees and grabbed Adam's legs. He pulled the legs up as Adam slid on the oil, and then he put a leg over each shoulder. 

Then Rick began leaning forward, lifting Adam's rear in the air. It was similar to the position Adam had put Rick into when he was eating him out, and Adam felt his rear hole opening and more lubricant coming out. "Fifteen minutes left," said Eve.

Adam began moving his ass around, and the grease under him helped him slide quickly from side to side. Rick kept leaning forward, raising Adam's ass higher and opening his hole wider. Then Adam felt the first probe.

Rick's head was almost down to Adam's. He could not see behind his back, but he was looking at the monitor on the stand directly behind Adam's head, which was showing the close-up from Eve's camera right behind them. He was trying to use the monitor to help him line up his pole with Adam's anus.

Adam saw what he was doing, and he turned his head to the side to see the same scene on another monitor. Maybe it could help him too. But what he saw on the screen -- a gigantic piston pushing into his cheeks, trying to get between them into an impossibly small opening -- frightened him more than it helped him. He turned his head away and tried to concentrate on quickly sliding in every direction so that the hard penis kept pushing into his butt cheeks and sliding off of him.

He noticed Rick seemed calm. He continued to look at the monitor and probe. Once he got between the cheeks, but it was too high. He tried to slide down, but Adam slid away too quickly. Rick didn't react. He just continued probing. Then Adam noticed that the probing rhythm was changing. It was going faster and slower without any pattern.

Then he realized what the pattern was. Rick was trying to match his movements. If Adam slowed down, Rick slowed down and if Adam squirmed faster, Rick pushed faster. Adam got scared. With this synchronization, the chances were that sooner or later; Adam's movements would put his anus right in front of the battering ram at the exact wrong moment.

He kept on moving faster, trying to think of a different strategy. Rick moved faster with him, and then finally it happened. As Adam was moving to one side and Rick was moving in, they aligned, and Adam felt a huge round object pushing at his hole, forcing lubricant out around it. Adam tried to get away, but Rick pushed forward to keep the connection and followed Adam's body with his.

Adam squirmed and glided and panted as he tried to dislodge Rick, but nothing worked. He was exhausted and paused for a moment. That's what Rick had been waiting for. There was now a hard push at his rear and a loud farting noise as he felt Rick's huge thing push deep into him. "Ten minutes left," shouted Eve with glee.

Rick kept pushing, and more juice squirted out. Adam felt his insides being violated by the huge member. Then he felt something large bouncing against his cheeks. It was Rick's balls. He was all the way in.

Almost as soon as he was in, Rick began pulling out. At first it was just a little and slowly, then another slow push to the bottom. But the pulling out gradually increased further and the tempo increased too. As the speed kept increasing, Adam's tongue was hanging from his mouth and he was panting like a dog. His face was twisted, and with each bump, he gave a loud groan. He began feeling warm, then hot, then faint. He was beginning to lose consciousness.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 06: Maid Service



Many thanks to Wanting2BDesired for all the hard work editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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I do a lot of traveling on business, and wherever I stay, whether it's the only motel in a small town or a five-star hotel, I leave a tip for the maids who clean the rooms -- at least $20 for every night I'm there, no matter how cheap the room is.

One reason is because I realize that these women -- I've never encountered any men -- are among the lowest paid and hardest working members of the workforce, even with the tips. Though they know that not everyone tips maids, they take the job with the expectation that most hotel guests understand the unwritten rule.

At one time, I didn't understand the rule, but when I learned about it, it had such a dramatic impact on me that I've been a good tipper ever since, including restaurants, coffee houses, car washes and every place where I see a tip box. It's become a habit.

My realization dawned on me early one morning, when I was asleep at an expensive hotel in Seattle. I was awakened by an urgency between my legs, which I'm used to. I automatically began to get up to go to the bathroom, but then I felt some hands push me back down on the bed.

That got me wide awake in a second. The room was dark, and I couldn't see what was going on, but I could feel.

I felt at least three pairs of hands pushing on my back, and one was pushing my head into the pillow, not hard enough to smother me, but enough to prevent me from yelling. Now I could tell what the irritation between my legs was. It was some greasy substance being rubbed between my butt cheeks. It felt like a couple of fingers, and then I was sure of it, because first one finger and then another finger pushed into me with the grease and rubbed it around inside my ass. My body jerked as the fingers went in, but I couldn't move much because those hands continued to push me down.

Then I felt the fingers withdraw, and something else was inserted. It went in smoothly and kept on going, climbing up my colon. It felt like it must have reached my intestines before it finally stopped.

A second later, I felt warm liquid starting to flow into me. There was a tube inside me, and the warm liquid was going high up into me. As it flowed in, I felt some fingers fiddling with my testicles for a moment, and then nothing except the hands pushing me down and the liquid filling me so full it pushed my stomach out. Then it stopped, the tube was pulled out and the hands that were holding me down rolled me over onto my back. Part of the pillow was still pressed into my mouth, but my eyes were uncovered and when all the lights in the room went on, I could finally see who was there.

It was an odd looking group. They were all women and all dressed in hotel maid uniforms. Three of them had towels wrapped around their heads like Muslims, so I all I could see was their eyes. Some were Hispanic, some Asian, some black and some white. They looked like they ranged in age between 20 and 40, and their body types were all over the place, too. Some were slim, some heavyset, some curvy. But none were fat.

One of the white ones began talking. She had a heavy Eastern European accent.

"Mr. Morris," she said, "please pay attention, because we don't have much time. It's 6:30, and we have to finish by 8 because some of us start our shift then. We have put a string around your balls, like a Yo-Yo string, and if you don't cooperate, we will pull it. Agatha show him."

Someone pulled me up so I was sitting and propped some pillows behind my back. I looked down to where I felt something pulling between my legs. I saw my testicles moving forward slowly, away from my body. They were being pulled by a string held by one of the Asian women. As she pulled, the white woman said, "If you make any move now, Agatha will pull, and it will hurt. If you try to move away from Agatha, your balls might be pulled right off your body. So relax, Mr. Morris, and listen.

"My name is Gertrude, and I'm a member of Liberated Maids of America. See this pin in the shape of a vacuum cleaner with LMA on it. Of course, Gertrude is not my real name. We use code names in LMA, because it's a secret organization. I'm from the Ukraine, and most of the founders of LMA are from former Communist countries. That's how we know secrecy and why we call ourselves liberated.

"We are grateful to be living with liberty and justice for all in a free country like the United States, and we are willing to work hard so that our children can go to college. We love Americans. They are the most generous people in the world. But sometimes, we come across some Americans who are more like the people in the old country -- mean, nasty, cheating people. They are not living under communism, so why do they take advantage of defenseless people? Why are they trying to cheat the system?

"Oh, Mr. Morris, I see you are starting to squirm. That's because of the enema. There's a lot of warm, soapy liquid inside you that wants to get out. In a second, you are going to have two choices:

"One, we will remove the little pillow from your face, and you can take Agatha's hand, and she will lead you to the bathroom, where you can release the soapy water and wash off. Then you will come back here and listen to me again.

"Or two, if you try to yell or do anything else, we will push the pillow back on your mouth and hold you down on the bed. A few of us will cover ourselves in plastic wrap, and then we'll lift you up and start walking around the hotel room with you and positioning you as you start spurting the filthy liquid from your body. We will make sure it covers the bed, the dresser, all the furniture, all your clothes, the closet, the ironing board, the bathtub, the shower, inside the little refrigerator under the bar, even inside the safe. Then we will make you lie in it on your bed until it's time for the shift to start. Before we let you up, one of us will report to the manager that she is afraid of the strange smell coming from your room. The manager will think you committed suicide -- because that's what the smell usually means -- so he'll probably call the police. You won't have time to clean up, so you better start thinking now about how you're going to explain. Maybe they will even believe the truth. Of course, then you will never know why we are here or whether we will ever do this again.

"Mr. Morris, I see you are really uncomfortable now and twisting your body in strange ways. You need to decide quickly. Do you want to expel in the toilet or all over the room? We're removing the pillow."

"Toilet," I gasped, and ran with Agatha to the bathroom, barely making it in time. I was heaving and crying as the stuff spurted out of me. Agatha dampened a cloth and ran it back and forth across my forehead.

After what seemed like an eternity, everything seemed to be out of me, and Agatha pulled me into the shower, where she turned it on cold and washed me all over with the hand-held shower head as I shivered and held onto the support handle. I was shaking so hard I could barely stand.

When she had dried me, Agatha pulled me back to the bed and pushed me down on my back. Gertrude began talking as Agatha lifted my legs and pushed them back so my ass stuck out. One of the other women came forward and pushed some more grease into me followed by the tube again and more warm liquid.

"We need to do this one more time, Mr. Morris," said Gertrude. "Where was I? Oh yes, some people in this wonderful country are selfish, uncaring and even mean. They don't realize hotel maids are expected to make part of our income with tips. By not paying us much, the hotels can keep their costs down, and they expect the guests to take up the slack.

"We know that some people don't understand this. So when we are stiffed, we aren't happy, but if it's someone who only does this once or twice a year on vacation, we accept it. But some businessmen and businesswomen who should know better are traveling around the country, spending many nights with us, and they don't leave a cent for the maids.

"The Liberated Maids of America is not a union. We think of it as more of an educational organization or maybe a rehabilitation clinic. When our members come across a cheapaholic, we begin tracking him or her until we can find the right moment for an intervention. Then we step in and help the violator work through the dependency until there is a cure. This is your intervention."

"Wait a minute," I said. My body was filled with the warm liquid, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to talk for long. "There's a misunderstanding. Now that I know what's expected, I'll be glad to do my share."

"We appreciate that," said Gertrude. "It sounds as though today's session has a good chance for success. But Mr. Morris, you must know that we are very careful before we go this far. When we come across those who are genuinely ignorant of the tipping custom, we find a much less dramatic way to clue them in.

"Do you remember a month ago, you were staying at that five-star hotel in Denver? You had dinner by yourself and then went to the bar. Do you remember an unusual looking woman who came over and sat next to you?"

I nodded. She had been some kind of Eurasian who had a strikingly beautiful face. She looked very exotic, and had the kind of body that caught the eye of everyone in the room, especially because she was dressed in an outfit that exposed so much of it.

As soon as she had sat down next to me, I realized that she was totally out of my price range, so I relaxed and enjoyed conversing with her. We talked a long time before she must have finally realized I didn't have enough money to even bring up the subject she was waiting for. But she had class, because she was friendly right up to the moment she said she had to leave.

"That was Ethel," said Gertrude. "No it's not her real name. She wasn't a call girl. She was once one of us, but her looks got her a job in an office and free English lessons, even though she disappointed the man who hired her. She told me he said that though she refused to pay him back for his kindness, just watching her every day was enough of a reward.

"Ethel feels bad about her advantage, although she knows that jealousy is taboo in Liberated Maids of America. We are all grateful for being in America, and we celebrate our members' success. Each of us has special qualities, and it's not her fault that beauty is one of hers.

"Anyway, she insists on maintaining her membership and helping us in any way she can. You probably don't remember how she steered the conversation to different kinds of work, and when you told her about your work, she brought out the fact that some friends of hers were hotel maids and how hard they worked and how sometimes they were stiffed by hotel guests.

"Your attitude was that it wasn't up to the guests to make up for what the hotel wasn't paying them. You said that you resented all the tip boxes that were showing up everywhere. You told her you never gave tips, except in restaurants, and when she pointed out how much you were paid and that in the hotel industry, tips were considered part of the pay, you still had no empathy. She tried several different ways to get you to understand, but she said that while you listened politely, you just couldn't relate to what she was saying.

"When we got her report, we knew that an intervention would be necessary in your case. I see that you're starting to twist around again. Agatha, please take him to the bathroom."

When Agatha had finished washing me off again and we returned to the bed, I was exhausted from dealing with the cramps and expulsion. So I didn't resist when she and some other women moved me around until I was lying on my back in the middle of the large bed with a large pillow pushing my head up. Gertrude began speaking again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morris, that was not part of the intervention, but it was necessary because we are filming, and we want to make sure the video doesn't cross the boundaries of good taste. Now we are going to begin. Do you see the three ladies with the towels across their faces holding the video cameras? They are auxiliary members of the Liberated Maids of America, because they are not liberated yet. They are illegals, and they work as hard as any of us, but they are scared of deportation, so they don't want to be identified in any way. They are here only to record the activities. That's why all the lights in the room have been turned on.

"We are ready to begin now, Mr. Morris. As I told you, we think of this intervention as education. We want to teach you about some of the things we do for you whenever you visit a hotel so that you'll be more appreciative and generous from now on.

"We use the team teaching method, and two of us at a time will be educating you. One of them is always going to be Prudence. She's the one who's taking off all her clothes. She's from the Ukraine, and she's a hard worker when she's on a cleaning crew, but when it comes to sex, she's totally crazy. 

"We told her she doesn't need to take her clothes off for the intervention, but she insists. We told her that she only needs to use her hands, but she insists on using her mouth. She told us that she loves to suck, but her boyfriend is scared of her, because her mouth is so powerful. He's a janitor from the Dominican Republic, and he's very superstitious. He told her that when she sucks him, it feels like she's a vacuum cleaner sucking the soul out of him.

"So she said she doesn't get enough practice. When you hear her giggling as she watches you and sucks you, you know she's having an orgasm. If you ever come to this hotel again and you see her, she'll probably gladly join you in bed once her shift is over, but she's only a slut, not a whore, so she's not going to ask you for money.

"Prudence, are you ready? Then you may begin."

Prudence had a cute face and was slim with pale white skin, natural blond hair and oversized natural breasts that bounced against each other as she climbed on the bed. She knelt sideways next to me, and there was something innocent about her when she kissed me on the cheek, but then she leaned over my crotch, and I gasped as she sucked me into her mouth with the force of a tornado. In a second, I was hard as a rock, and in another second, she let me drop from her mouth and smiled at me lasciviously. She had high cheekbones and blue eyes.

Without further stimulation, I slowly started sagging, and she watched until I was in a heap and then sucked me up quickly again. This time she bobbed her head up and down a little, and I started responding. She again stopped and waited until I was soft again. Two more times, and I was starting to get nervous and frustrated. I needed to come, but she wouldn't let me.

"OK, Mr. Morris, that was a preview for you," said Gertrude. "Prudence is going to be playing with you like that throughout your lessons until it's her turn and she shows you how to spray the counter. She knows how to keep you going without getting you too upset, but if you don't listen, she will have to use her vacuum cleaner mouth again. A couple more times, and you're going to start feeling pain from the frustration, so the best thing you can do is listen and get through your lessons.

"This is Victoria, Mr. Morris. As you can see, she and the rest of us are a lot more modest than Prudence. She's going to teach you about cleaning the sink and faucets. Get into position, Prudence and then lean forward so Mr. Morris can see what I'm talking about."

I could see that Victoria was short and stocky, with a plain but not ugly face. But when she climbed over me, I couldn't see a thing, because when she got on her hands and knees on top of me facing my feet, her skirt went over my head. All was darkness until a pair of hands lifted her skirt and folded it over on top of her back.

Then I could see that Victoria wasn't wearing any underwear and between her legs there was an abundance of black shrubbery. I had never seen such thick, dense hair on any woman, not even on top of their heads.

"Sorry, Victoria, but the cameras can't see under your skirt. If you don't want your face in the video, keep it down on his stomach. Oh, you don't care? You want to watch yourself with him? Fine.

"OK, now spread your legs above Mr. Morris, so he can see the sink. Victoria's sink is sweaty because she's just come off working hard on the night shift, Mr. Morris. We clean wet and hairy sinks every day. There, that's good. But there's so much hair in the sink that Mr. Morris can't see the drain. He needs to get through that hair so he can wipe everything clean.

"Prudence, please position some pillows under Mr. Morris's head so he can get closer to the sink. That's it. I think he can feel the wet hair that he needs to get through pushing right at his mouth and nose now, even though his mouth is tightly closed. Time to open your mouth and get to work on the sink with your pink rag. You've got to push hard, all the way through the hair until the pink rag feels something really slimy. That's the sink, and your rag needs to get in there and start wiping. Let's get going, Mr. Morris. We don't have all morning. Do you feel that little tug on the string around your balls? Remember our reminder?"

I got the idea and began licking Victoria's hairy secret. She spread her legs more, which lowered them and pushed my face further into the hair. It was now covering everything from my forehead to my chin, and it was smelly and slimy. I kept licking and she kept spreading until finally I felt it. My tongue hit an opening from which the juices were running. I hesitated, and then I felt another tug, so I pushed my tongue into her vagina and began licking all around it. When I licked the little button at the top, she jumped and came down hard on me. "Sorry," I heard her say as she lifted back up so she wouldn't smother me.

Now the fluids were really running out of her as I licked. They covered my face and poured into my nose and mouth. The flavor and smell almost made me retch, but I kept licking and tried to speed up because I figured that she wouldn't get off me until she got off.

I heard heavy breathing above me, and then I felt her body start moving on top of me. She was moving her legs wider apart again and opening up her vagina until it was huge and rubbing it across my face. I gave up trying to lick her and concentrated on trying to breathe around the hairy, slimy mess that was smothering my face as she slid it around.

Finally, her movements got faster and she gave a short shriek and slammed down on top of me. Then she squirmed and gave little cries for about a minute before she collapsed forward.

I was pretty busy with Victoria, but I occasionally felt Prudence's mouth sucking and teasing me to erection and then letting me decompress again. As Victoria got off the bed, I felt a pressing pain in my balls. I needed desperately to come, but that didn't seem to be in the plan.

"Very good, Mr. Morris," said Gertrude. "You did a nice job of cleaning out that sink. It's a disgusting job, isn't it, but there are worse ones. OK, here is Nora, she's going to teach you two more things we do, washing around the toilet and brushing the bowl.

I looked at Nora. She looked Middle Eastern, maybe Greek or Turkish or Arab. She looked sultry and sexy and had a lot on top that was pushing against her uniform. But even before she got on the bed, it was apparent what her most prominent feature was. She was well proportioned, except for her ass, which looked like a beach ball.

Like, Victoria, Nora didn't have any underwear on, and soon I was in the dark again, with that huge ass on my face. Again, the lights came on when her skirt was folded back by Gertrude.

She was sitting a little further down my body than Victoria, and the crack between her butt cheeks was inches from my face. The amazing thing was her huge ass wasn't flabby and dimply. It was smooth and firm. I felt Prudence suck me in again as Gertrude began talking.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 06: Maid Service



"Mr. Morris, there's no getting around it, washing around the toilet and brushing the bowl are not fun," she said. "Some of us who come from Asia have been taught in our religions that it is impure and unholy to do that for anyone except our own families, but because we love America, we had to learn to get the job done.

"The first step is to clear everything from the area around the toilet, so we can see what we're doing. As Nora spreads her legs wide to help you, you must reach up and grab one of her cheeks with each hand and pull them apart. Do you need a tug? No, you don't. That's beautiful, Mr. Morris. Please pull them wider. Do you see all that dark stuff up and down the crack. That's hair that's fallen onto the tile floor, and it needs to be mopped up, Mr. Morris. Start pushing your pink mop inside the area you opened up and mop up that damp, smelly hair. There, you got it. A little harder and faster with the mop, please."

After I pulled open Nora's cheeks, my head was adjusted on the pillows so my tongue could start licking up and down her crack. On the way up and down, I went over the wrinkled bud in the middle, but I tried to go over it fast. The hair tasted and smelled much worse than the hair around Victoria's vagina. I was starting to get dizzy from the atmosphere.

"Very good, Mr. Morris," said Gertrude. "You did a good job around the toilet. Now it's into the toilet with your brush. Nora's going to lift the toilet seat by pushing out hard to open it up, and then you're going to stick your pink toilet brush deep inside and brush all around the bowl."

She stopped when she heard me retching. "Just a minute, Nora," she said. "He sounds like some of us did the first time we had to clean the bowl. Let him recover for a minute."

After a minute, there was a tug. I opened my eyes and looked up. There was Nora's giant ass above me like a wrecking ball that was about to smash my head into little pieces. I shuddered.

"OK, Mr. Morris, let's start with your hands again. Spread her wide, wider. That's it. Now Nora, start pushing like you do when -- well you know. You did remember to go before you came to Mr. Morris's room like I told you. Good. We don't want any accidents.

"OK, Mr. Morris, you can start. Yes, lick across it like that. Good. That's it. Now push your pink toilet brush out more when you're licking. Now push it inside as far as it will go. Deeper! That's it! Now open your mouth wide, because the toilet is going to open even wider and push down on you. Nora can open pretty wide down there. That's good. It looks like half your head is buried between her cheeks. Keep the brush going inside the toilet. I see her squirming, so you're doing fine. Breathe through the hair around the toilet with your nose. That's it.

"Now Nora's going to use her fingers in front while you use your tongue in back. There she goes. Do you feel how that makes her spasm around your tongue? She's starting to move on your face. You may need to hold your breath pretty soon because she's pushing your head further in, and she might swallow a lot of your face. Get ready. You may not hear me if your ears are covered. Just lie there and hold your breath."

As Nora squirmed and pushed her spreading buttocks over my face, I tried to hold my breath, but finally I couldn't. I was suffocating. I was going to die with my tongue inside her ass, a horrible stench in my nose and a nauseating taste in my mouth. I was feeling faint. My life was almost over, and then I felt her come down hard, pushing me in even deeper.

Suddenly, with a loud sloppy sound, she was off of me. I felt her insides pulling away from my face and I saw light. I gasped for breath and began crying.

"There, there, Mr. Morris, the worst is over," said Gertrude. "Cleaning the bowl is never fun. You've learned that now, I think."

Through my tears, I began begging. I would give the Liberated Maids of America a generous donation to further their good work. I would recommend the organization to everyone I knew. I would do anything they wanted. I tried to sound coherent through my tears, but Prudence wasn't helping. She had her mouth on me again and was sucking and bobbing and sending me almost through the ceiling before she stopped just short of letting me orgasm. The pain in my groin was growing stronger, and I felt like I was going to lose my mind if I didn't come soon.

"We don't want your money, Mr. Morris. We want your understanding. Once you get a real grasp on all the things hotel maids do for you, we know you'll help us spread the word. We think this intervention is going great so far, and we're almost done, so let's not let this opportunity go to waste.

"Brett is next up, and she won't take long. She's going to demonstrate how to fluff the pillows."

I was lying on the bed in a heap, but suddenly I felt two strong hands grab my shoulders and pull me up. At first I thought Brett was a muscular man, a bodybuilder. But despite the buzz haircut, she had breasts and was wearing a maid's uniform. She pulled me to the edge of the bed and sat me down. The bed was high and my feet dangled. She sat down next to me on my left. She was big, and her feet didn't dangle.

I felt her right arm moving across my back until it got to my right side, and then she put it around me and grabbed my chest with a strong hand and began pulling me forward and toward her, slowly but firmly. I tried to lean back, but she was much stronger than I, and slowly my body was pulled across her, until my head was hanging on the other side of her legs and my ass was on her lap. I wanted to scream because I knew what was coming, but my mouth was frozen.

"We fluff a lot of pillows every day," said Gertrude. "We have to slap them into shape so they are nice and plump. I'd say one of us probably slaps at least 50 or 60 times each shift. Brett isn't going to do that many, but we think that 25 for your pillows should give you a good idea. I'll count them off for her. One."

When Brett's huge hand came down on my bare ass, I screamed so loud that I thought everyone in the hotel must have heard me. Someone quickly stuffed a hand towel in my mouth. As she continued, the pain radiated from my cheeks into every cell of my body. I thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did, because although Brett never changed her force, the cumulative effect was agonizing. When she stopped, the towel was taken from my mouth, and I was sobbing uncontrollably. I felt like a mass of painful jelly, no longer a human being.

"That was great, Mr. Morris," said Gertrude after Brett pushed me back onto the bed. "Brett really put a lot of emotion into fluffing the pillows, which makes the work go well and also is great on video.

"Now we're bringing back our favorite cute little slut, Prudence, who's going to teach you the final two lessons, opening the drain and spraying the counter. Both are important, because for a room to be made up properly, every detail needs to be attended to.

"Here she is, the naked little cutie. Is she turning you on? She's been preparing you for this part all morning. OK, Prudence."

Prudence went right to my tool and sucked it halfway down her throat. Then she used her tongue on it inside her mouth, rubbing it over the head and the sides, all the while sucking hard. I was thrusting up at her mouth in a second, making loud sighing noises despite the intense pain in my rear. Then she released me, and I screamed in frustration.

She watched my penis slowly fade and said sweetly, "OK, Mr. Morris, just one more time, and then I think you'll be ready." Once more she put me through the same agony, and once again I screamed.

"Now, Mr. Morris, you have to help me show you about opening the drain and spraying the counter. This will be new to you, so I'm going to move some pillows around to help support you, so you don't hurt yourself. Please do everything I tell you very slowly and it will all work out.

"First, I want you to lie on your back on this stack of pillows here. I'll add more if I need to. Now I want you to lift your feet straight up in the air. That's it. Now swing them slowly back toward your head. Slowly, that's it. I'm behind you and I'm going to grasp your ankles and help you, but I want you to pull them back with me and very slowly so your back muscles don't get pulled.

"OK, wait. The girls are going to shove some more pillows under your back as it comes off the bed. Good. OK, now we're almost there. Your feet are behind your head now, which is where we want them. Now lift your arms straight up in the air. That's it.

"Now the right arm will come down and out, crossing over the right leg and going down to grab onto the sheet. Now move the left arm down and over the left leg and grab the sheet. That's it. Perfect.

"Mr. Morris, you are now in the Viennese Oyster position. I love to get in this position with my boyfriend, because it lets him push in so deep inside me that he almost comes out of my mouth. Only kidding, Mr. Morris.

"Of course, you don't have a vagina, but do you feel how your asshole is pushed out and pulled open with your legs like that? And you're all clean in there from before. You look so inviting that I could just eat you up. Oops, I'm not supposed to be silly like that.

"Seriously, this is all about opening the drain. Some girls try to use rubber gloves when they do this, because you know what stuff you often find in the drain, don't you? There's hair, and you've got plenty of it around your drain. And there's sweat and grease, like the grease I'm pushing inside you now with my fingers. And there can be semen and who knows what other disgusting stuff. But we still have to get in there. I find that gloves just get in the way, so I just end up using my fingers and hands. As soon as I'm finished, I wash them with antibacterial soap.

"OK, I think I stuffed a quart of grease inside you. Do you feel all smooth and slippery inside?"

My mind recoiled in horror as her fingers worked. I tried to move away from them, but I could only shift slightly, because I had locked myself into position for her.

Finally, the grease stopped. Prudence leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Now this will be easiest if you try to relax and go with the flow. Don't think about it or resist it, just think relax, relax, relax. I'll talk you through it.

"OK, when I come across a clogged drain, the first thing I do is stick my index finger in, like this and see if I can dislodge it easily. Usually I have to put in the second finger, like this, for more leverage. If that doesn't push it open, I add the third finger, which just went in so smoothly, you probably hardly noticed it, and if the drain is large enough, I put in the fourth finger. Oh, I think you tensed up there. I felt I had to push a little, and that can hurt. Relax, relax, relax.

"See how the four fingers are going in and out. The great thing about this position for you is you can clearly see my fingers at work. OK, now steady. I'm going to remove one of the pillows from behind your head. I want to drop your upper body and head down a little. We'll move the pillow below you so it helps push your legs even further back. See how your legs are now coming down over your head and also pushing your penis closer to you. I just put some grease on it, and I want you to start stroking it.

"You say you'd rather I finish sucking you off. I promise I will the next time you stay here. You are a really nice man, no matter what Gertrude says, and you are so cooperative. I think you've really learned your lesson. But I'm busy with the drain right now, so I have to let you take care of spraying the counter. Come on, Mr. Morris, please do it for me. That's a good boy.

"Now just gentle stroking for now. It was wilting again, but I see that I worked you up so much that it's responding to your fist pumping it. Now slow and steady.

"I'm putting four fingers into the drain and pulling them out. Now I'm tucking my thumb in behind the four fingers. See that didn't make any difference at all. I'm into the drain almost all the way to the second knuckle, and the drain is very tight. I'm going to start pushing a little bit, not hard. The drain is going to feel some pressure, but try to relax and let it happen. It will happen anyway, but if you tense up it will hurt more.

"The gentle pressure is continuing. It's still too tight for my hand, but the grease inside the drain is helping smooth things, and I feel I'm almost there. There, look! My hand just slid in all the way to my wrist.

"Don't worry about what you're saying, Mr. Morris. Groan as loud as you want to. Yes, scream, too. We don't need to put a towel in your mouth. Your voice is almost gone, so your scream is very soft now. Let your emotions come out. Curse and yell if you have the breath to do it. Once you've finished responding, get your hand going on yourself again. We're getting close to the end. Remember, we still have to spray the counter.

"OK. I'm going to pull my hand out of the drain now and then right back in it goes. Did you see how much easier that was? Slowly in and out, in and out. Now let's add a finger from the other hand. Now two. See when I push to the side as I go in, it opens you up wider and it's much easier to get additional fingers in. Now, I've got the first hand going in and out, and I'm gently pushing the second hand. It won't take long this time.

"There we go. Let's stop and take a look. Two of my hands all the way into the drain. Aren't you glad it's my little hands and not Brett's? Go ahead, Mr. Morris, don't hold it in. Let your emotions out while I pull them both out together. I know that was a tough one, but see, it's already easier for the two hands to go in. Yes, I know it doesn't feel good, but I'm moving them in and out together now as smooth as silk.

"I'm going to leave one hand inside now while the other one goes in and out a few times. Now I'm going to try to start the second hand going out while he first one goes in. There, I did it. Now there's a hand pulling out of the drain as the other one pushes in. Let's speed it up. Wow! That looks great. We're almost done. Start pumping yourself a little harder. 

"Brett, would you please come over here. My hands are all greasy, and I need your help. Please take a couple more pillows from behind Mr. Morris' head and upper back and bring them around the other side to push his ass higher. That's it. See now, Mr. Morris, we have your whole body in an arc above you. See how your big dick is right in front of your mouth. It's one of the nicest dicks I've ever sucked, and I hope you come back to this hotel and let me make this up to you some day.

"Open your mouth, Mr. Morris. Come on, Mr. Morris, let's get this finished. My hands are starting to get tired of going in and out of you. You're not enjoying it either. That's it, open it wider. OK, Brett. Move some more pillows. See how your legs are falling over your head, Mr. Morris, and pushing our dick right at your mouth.

"Brett is going to put it in your mouth. Don't try to fight her, or she'll just squeeze your nose shut until you have to open your mouth to breathe. There, it's in. OK, that's enough, Brett. We don't want to choke you. I know it's filling your mouth, but you can breathe around it and through your nose. For now, I just want you to keep on pumping on the part that's not in your mouth. Don't speed up yet.

"Now I'm almost finished. I'm going to take one hand out of you and reach way down in the drain with the other hand. See how I don't have to use much pressure at all and my arm is sliding in the drain as smooth as silk. Look at the grease squirting out the side. Don't say anything. Save your strength to keep whacking yourself with your fist. I'm almost to the elbow; I think I can get even further, but I'm not going to try.

"OK, we're ready for the grand finale. I see all three of our video girls are getting in position to get this from every angle.

"Brett is going to come back and help us with the finale. It's going to be spectacular. Ready, Brett? OK, Mr. Morris, you know what to do. Keep using your hand, but now you need to also start sucking as hard as you can. Why are you crying? We're almost done, and I promise you that the next time you're in town, I'll make it up to you.

"Aw, come on Mr. Morris. We're waiting. Remember, the room isn't clean until the counter is sprayed. There. That's a good sport. I see you trying to suck. Just breathe through your nose and suck as hard as you can. Remember, I'm the expert. That's it. Keep pumping. Get ready Brett. I think he's almost there. This is looking great.

"OK, Brett. I can tell he's spurting into his mouth. Look, some of it is coming out his nose. OK, Brett. Quick. Grab it and pull it out of his mouth and now spray it all over the counter. Cover the counter from one end to the other, from the forehead all the way to the chin. He's got a lot of come, and I love that. It's still coming out. He looks like his face was dipped into vanilla sauce. It's in his eyes and up his nose, so he has to open his mouth. Yes, put it back in his mouth and let it get soft there so he can get every drop. That looks so delicious. If you want, Brett, start cleaning his face off with your fingers by pushing his semen from everywhere into his mouth. Great. Good job, Brett.

"Mr. Morris, get ready. While Brett is giving you more to eat, I'm going to start pulling out of you. We're going to do one more thing for the cameras. When my hands get close to the entrance to your drain, I'm going to ball them both up into fists and put them side by side. I'll pull them out as slowly as I can, so the camera can see the two fists coming out and opening you up so wide that I could probably put my whole head inside you. Don't worry. I couldn't stand the smell. Only kidding.

"OK, my fists are ready. Just relax. There's lots of grease and you're already stretched really wide. Just a little more stretch. I feel like you're giving slowly. You're whimpering, and your voice is getting higher. I think we're almost there. Yes, go ahead, scream your head off. It's working. You're opening up. Whoa! Did you see how fast they came out. And look at that hole. It looks like it's never going to close. Only kidding Mr. Morris. It's getting smaller already. It's only going to hurt for a week or two, and then it will be as tight as you are with your money.

"No, I'm only kidding again. I'm sure that you are going to be a very generous man. Here, let me wash some of the come off your face with this washcloth, so I can kiss you. Don't forget the next time you're in town, I'll be waiting right here for you at this hotel. We're both going to have a lot of fun next time, not like today."

I've been back to Seattle on business many times but always booked a hotel on the other side of town. Over the years, I've run into some of the women again. Once, there was a note Gertrude left on my pillow at a hotel in another city. It said, "Thank you so much for your generosity, Mr. Morris. All of us are happy for all your success." I never saw her.

Every once in a while, I saw maids wearing that vacuum cleaner LMA pin, and sometimes I've even run into women wearing it at restaurants and stores. At first, I was frightened and didn't know how to respond. Now I try to ignore it. But I always have a spooky feeling that they've seen the video of me.

I ran into Prudence again about a year later in another city. She was putting her key into a door down the hall as I was leaving my room. When she saw me and I saw her, I tried to get back into my room quickly and close the door, but she was too fast for me.

She ran up to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, Mr. Morris?" she said. "I almost quit LMA after the night with you. I know I behaved badly. Will you ever forgive me? I see you still don't have a wedding ring. Don't you ever want to have a family? I want to have four children. I broke up with my superstitious boyfriend after I was with you. He was nothing in comparison to you. My real name is Olya, like on this tag. Mr. Morris, is there any way I can do something good for you to make up for the terrible things I did to you before?"




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 06: Maid Service



Olya and I have been married 10 years now. We have four children, but she still looks great, and she hasn't slowed down in bed either. Whenever we're someplace and she sees that I'm as bored as she is, she purses her lips and takes a deep breath that makes a soft whistling sound and says she has some housework to do. That's the signal for us to go home so she can strip me naked and turn on her vacuum cleaner.



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 07: Bump



Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

*

Peter is in outer space, and his orbit widens.

He is resonating to the DJ, who slowly builds the mix to frenzy level. Everyone in the club is dancing wildly, but Peter is beyond dancing. His nearby friends are blurred in a haze of drugs and booze. His feet have detached from his body and are circling around him, around his friends and around everyone in the club. They are climbing -- high, higher, highest.

Looking down from outer space, Peter sees a beautiful girl dancing with other beautiful girls. They are all holding up their phones, taking photos of each other. They are beautiful, and Peter's friends are beautiful and everyone in the club, everyone in the world, is beautiful as he orbits. But she is the most beautiful of them all.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone and raises it above his head. He dances around his own arm. His arm is a pole and he is rubbing and writhing around it, even though it is above his head with the phone in his hand all the way at the top.

His expanding orbit takes him closer and closer to the beautiful girls and the one who is the most beautiful of them all. Is she still there? Yes, there she is, and she's holding her phone high, like Peter, aiming it down at her and her friends. Now Peter is jumping higher as his orbit brings him closer to her. And then it happens. He reaches out and their phones touch.

Bump!

She is startled, and she looks at him, at first confused. Then her expression changes to one of anger, and she stops dancing and starts walking toward him. But he is off in another orbit now, and he's forgotten all about her, because he doesn't engage with her, even though she puts herself directly in his path several times. She is shouting at him, but he doesn't hear her. He's in a different galaxy as the DJ slows the tempo and then increases it once again.

For a while, she stands there glaring at him, and then she turns and looks for her friends.

The next day is Sunday, and Peter wakes up at three in the afternoon, after sleeping nearly twelve hours. He remembers nothing of Saturday night, as usual. Saturday night is for frying his brain. Sunday is for coming down. Monday is for going back to work in the research department of the large investment banking company -- twelve to fourteen hour days until Friday night, when he begins another two days of swallowing and dancing.

He's bumped a lot of beautiful girls on Friday and Saturday nights, but even though the touching of phones exchanges contact information, he's rarely called or messaged any of them. Not that the ones he has called have turned out badly. Usually, they are happy to share bodies and drugs with a fellow weekend wildie who is as oblivious to them as they are to him. But when he looks at the new contacts, often at lunch on Monday, he usually has no idea who they are. Often, he doesn't even look at them. They remain in his growing contact list, untouched.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday afternoon, his cell phone rang: Mira Barton. He didn't recognize the name, figured it was a mistake and ignored it. The same person called back fifteen minutes later, then every ten minutes after that. He was busy with some important figures, but finally he picked up the call and in the fake officious voice he used when he was irritated, he said, "Yes, Mira, how may I help you?"

"Is this Peter Madison," said a pleasant voice.

"But you know that already, Mira," he said.

"I just wanted to make sure," she said. "Peter, I need to meet you tomorrow for lunch."

"But I don't know you, Mira," he said. "You sound very nice, and I'm sure if I ever met you, I'd love to ask you out to lunch. Tomorrow happens to be a very busy day for me."

"I know you don't know me, Peter," she said, "but that didn't stop you from raping me a few weeks ago." She said this in the same pleasant voice and continued in that voice. "If you don't want trouble, you better be at the Denny's across the street from your office at one tomorrow."

"Wait a second," he said. "What is this?"

"I've got to go now," she said. "I know where you live and where you work. If you aren't there tomorrow, you'll be sorry."

"I don't believe you," he said, but she told him his work and home address and phone numbers and hung up.

Peter knew he didn't rape anyone, but he was scared anyway, because of those Sunday mornings when he couldn't remember Saturday night. He often didn't know where he'd been or how he got home. His friends told him that he was never violent when he was high, usually more helpless than anything else, and he knew that he was incapable of forcing himself on a woman -- at least the thought was repugnant to him. And she certainly didn't sound angry, just insistent. Something was fishy.

The next day, he arrived at Denny's ten minutes before one and sat at a table in a corner as far from everyone else as he could. A few minutes later, a stunning brunette entered the restaurant and looked around, then headed straight for him and sat down across from him. She smiled quickly and then looked serious.

"Mira?" he said.

"What?" she said, and then she shook her head and smiled again. "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm Mira. Listen, Peter, I know you don't want to be here talking about this any more than I do. There may be a way to settle this quickly. May I look at your iPhone for a second."

Peter pulled his phone out of his pocket slowly and looked at it. She didn't look like an phone thief. He tentatively extended it to her. She snatched it out of his hand and went to work on it. "Here it is," she said about fifteen seconds later, and she poked at his phone a few more times, then handed it back.

"Problem solved," she said and started to get up. "Goodbye."

He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back down. "What did you just do," he said.

"Don't worry about it," she said.

"I am worried, and you're not leaving until you do some explaining."

"I'll scream for the cops," she said.

"Go ahead," he said. "I'll hold onto you until they arrive. Every man in the place saw you come right over and sit down at my table. So you can tell them your story, and I'll tell them mine. I want to find how you got my numbers and found out where I live and what you did just to my phone. Either you'll tell me or you'll tell the cops."

She laughed and slid back into the booth. Her laugh was as melodious as her voice.

"This is so funny," she said. "The rapist is accusing the rape victim. OK, Mr. Rapist, have it your way. I got what I came for, so I'll tell you what you want to know, and we'll both leave here and never see each other again.

"What I just did was remove my contact information from your phone. No, Mira Barton is not my real name. My real name was in there, but now you're never going to know it. You had no right to bump rape me. You violated me just as much as if you..."

"Slow down," he said. "What are you talking about? I'm sure I never touched you. I don't think I ever saw you before in my life. I think you need help."

"Oh no, Mr. Rapist. Back off. How do you explain that my information was in your phone? You can't get away that easy."

Peter was getting exasperated. "Mira or whatever your name is, try to make some sense," he said. "What do you think I did to you and when did I do it? Let's start there."

She told him about being in a club, one he went to often, on a Saturday night having a good time with a bunch of girlfriends and how he had danced over to her and bumped iPhones with her.

"Don't tell me you never used that app," she said. "You knew that if you asked, I would never agree to exchange contact information. So you bump raped me by waiting until I wasn't looking and then reaching over with your phone.

"I went after you, but you were so high that after a while I could see it was useless. I thought maybe you'd call, and when I explained what you did, you might even be apologetic and remove my name. But then I realized you were a drugged-out wacko. Maybe you sell information on girls to get more drug money. You violated the privacy of my person, and you probably don't have enough morals or brains to care.

"I talked it over with my girlfriends, and we agreed that I had to confront you. If you hadn't been cooperative, we were prepared to go all out. We didn't think the police would do anything, but we figured out a way. You probably didn't see me get right up next to you at the club and take some photos of your face. The strobe lights ruined most of them, but one turned out bright and sharp. We have it ready to go around the world on the Internet in a wanted poster with your personal data that tells every woman you will ever meet that you are a bump rapist."

Now it was Peter's turn to laugh. "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look when you're delusional," he said. "I'm sure your facts are real, but the way you put them together is pure fantasy.

"Yes, I go to that club a lot. Yes, I was probably high and had no idea what I was doing. Yes, I bump with a lot of girls, but I usually can't remember them, so I never call them back. Yes, maybe I saw how beautiful you were, so I bumped you.

"You saw my contacts just now. There are nearly 2,000 names there, and many of them are from bumps. Even if I wanted to go after you, I would have no idea which one you were."

"Well, if you're telling the truth, Peter, I'm glad that my fears were misguided," she said. "Now let's say it's been great and call it a day." She started to slide out of the booth, but Peter put his arm in the way.

"Just one more minute," he said. "You are funny as well as crazy and beautiful. I'd like a chance to really talk to you. Don't worry. You could pick a place in broad daylight where all of your girlfriends can watch us. You nearly gave me a heart attack, so I think you owe me that."

"What could I ever owe a pathetic druggie, Peter?" she said, and she wasn't smiling.

"You were in that club, too," he shot back.

"Yes, I know that club is famous for what you can buy and use there, but believe it or not, some people go there for the DJ and get high on the music and dancing. You and your friends probably think we're lame, but we don't care. We think you are all disgusting."

"All right, but I still would like to talk to you one time," he said. "Please, Mira. Have you ever felt that way about someone you just met? Probably, the conversation will go just like today, and then we can go our separate ways. If you ever get to know me, you'll find out that one of my worst traits is honesty. And right now I'm honestly saying, I need to talk to you one more time."

"Too bad," she said. "Please move your arm. Thanks. Goodbye."

He didn't know why, but as she got up, he said to her, "You haven't seen the last of me, Mira. I'm going to find you." Just as he was thinking that sounded like a stalker, she turned around and smiled at him and then walked out of Denny's swaying her hips in an exaggerated and very sexual way. That's when he noticed her purple pants were so tight that they looked painted on her amazing round butt. She turned one more time as she left the restaurant and must have seen how his jaw had dropped and his mouth was wide open.

He was lost in thought as he walked back to the office, but then he smiled and began walking with a spring in his step. The first thing he did when he got to his work station was glance at the iPhone contacts on his hard drive. He didn't plug his phone into his computer as usual. Then he went back to work.

After quitting time, he stayed late to pore over the contact list on his phone and compare it to what was on his computer. Since he didn't plug his phone in, the two lists weren't synchronized. It took him two hours until he came to Anya Tobias. Her name was on his computer but not his iPhone. He dialed her number, and he jumped as he heard Mira's unforgettable voice asking him to leave a message. What should he say? "Uh, hi Anya," he said nervously. "This is your bump r... no, I'm not going to say it. This is Peter, who won't give up until you talk to him; just once. I have all your information again, but I promise to erase it after we meet. Please call me back. In case you've erased my info, here are my numbers." He left his home and work numbers and hung up. His heart was racing.

On Saturday, he enjoyed a typical evening of oblivion with his friends and forgot all about Anya until Sunday, when he looked to see if he had any voice mail messages. There were none. He decided to stay in all that day and evening, but he received only one call from a friend.

"You bastard," said Anya's pleasant voice when he picked up the phone call from "Mira" the next afternoon at the office. "Can't you let this go? We have nothing in common. I don't do drugs. I don't binge. I don't have unprotected sex with anyone who gets within five feet. What is there to talk about?"

"Nice of you to call, Anya," he said. "I hope you had a nice weekend. I'm looking forward to getting together. Tell me when it's convenient for you. I'm pretty flexible."

"Peter, I told my friends, and they warned me that if I gave in to you, I was asking for it. You would promise or lie or do anything to get what you want, because you are a narcissistic jerk who doesn't care about anything except his own pleasure. I think they've got it right."

"They sure do, except I haven't broken any promises yet, and I haven't lied yet either. I did promise you that I'd find you, and I kept my promise. So when do you want to talk?"

"Peter, my friends want me to go ahead and put that wanted poster for the bump rapist out. It's going to go viral pretty fast, I'm sure." 

Even when she's trying to blackmail me, she sounds sweet, thought Peter. "Well, if you don't like what you hear when we get together, go ahead and put it out," he said. "When you find out what a monster I am, you'll feel better about destroying me. Or on second thought, why don't you and your friends put it out right away. I don't care. It won't make any difference. Get a court order, too. I want that meeting."

There was a long silence at the other end. "I have to think about this some more," said Anya. "It may take a while. I'll get back to you." Click.

Three weeks later, Anya called his cell phone on Thursday while he was in a meeting and left a voice mail message for him to meet her at the same Denny's on Saturday night at nine. Since he hadn't given her his cell phone number, he realized she had never erased his contact information. Maybe he'd accuse her of hypocrisy Saturday night.

On Saturday, Denny's was nearly deserted when she walked in with five other girls. All of them were dressed up for a night of dancing, and all were hot. She left them at a table across the room and joined him at the same corner table where they first talked. She was silent until the waitress brought their coffees and left the table.

"I'm going to tell you a little bit about myself," she said. "The first and most important thing you need to know is that I lie. I want you to remember that. You told me you always tell the truth, but before I even talked to you, I lied by making up a name. Maybe half of what I'm going to say now is a lie, or maybe all of it. We'll probably never see each other after tonight, but if we do, you will never know whether I'm telling the truth or not.

"I lie mostly to manipulate people, Peter. I don't do it for money but because I'm perverse and sadistic. I don't abuse drugs or alcohol. But I abuse sex. I mean, I abuse others using sex. I mean men. I use sex to twist men and torment and humiliate them and degrade them until they're broken and helpless. Then I dump them.

"You want to stay away from me, because even though you are a sicko druggie, you seem to be a nice person, at least during the daytime. You've never met someone like me, and unless you want to end up like a dog in the dust, this will be the last time we talk." She looked at him intently, and she wasn't smiling now.

Peter was speechless when she was finished. She certainly has a way with words, he thought. But there was a disconnect between what she was saying and the sweet way she said it. Even the glare she aimed at him now didn't fit the person he spoke to last time he saw her.

"I understand," he finally said and tried to keep a serious face. "I appreciate your warning. I tend to think of myself as pretty far out there when it comes to messing around on the edge, but it sounds like I'm not in your league.

"You've told me what a liar you are, but I'm still going to be honest with you. For some reason, I feel the need to follow this further. It doesn't look like it will lead anywhere good, but until my instincts tell me differently, I'm willing to play along with you for a while. If you want to be the evil woman, go ahead. I promise you that I won't complain if I get burned playing with fire. Is that fair enough?"

"All right, but I'm warning you one more time," she said. "If we get together again, you're going to be sorry. I've got to go now, and don't follow us. I'll call you Monday afternoon and tell you where we'll meet the next time. If you can engage your brain to think straight, you'll tell me to forget it on Monday. Bye." She got up and joined her friends, and they were gone in a flash.

Monday afternoon, she called him at work. "You have my address," she said. "Be here at 7 tonight." Click.

Her apartment was a nice two-bedroom. She showed him around. One bedroom was her office, but she didn't say what she did there. Her bedroom had a lot of professional lighting equipment and six different video cameras on tripods of different heights. All the cameras were aimed at the bed. What does she do there? he thought. Was she one of those web-cam porn workers who did whatever the customer paid her to do? This was getting even stranger than he thought it would.

She sat down in the living room on a couch and motioned him to a chair. "OK, Peter, this is what you wanted," she said. "You can back out any time. My first order to you may be the deal breaker. From now on, your Saturday nights belong to me. That's when we'll have our weekly dates. Unless I tell you otherwise, all the dates will be right here. You need to arrive promptly at eight. If you're late, you may as well go to the club, because you're never going to see me again.

"You might be here until midnight or later, but afterward, you must go straight home. And you're going to have to stop the drugs and binging cold turkey. Can you handle that?"

Wow! he thought. She was right about making it hard. Could he handle this? Probably not for long, but he wasn't going to back out now. He gulped and said quietly, "Yes."

"Good," she said, "let's have some cheese and wine." For the next three hours, it was their first date. They talked about themselves, their lives, their families, their hopes, their fears. She didn't hold back, except she never mentioned what her career was. The more she talked, the more he liked her.

After a bottle and a half, Anya's questions seemed to direct themselves more and more to his love life and what kind of girls he liked and didn't like. Then it got a little strange when she started asking what he liked to do with his girlfriends and what he didn't like and even stranger when she asked what kind of porn he liked and what he didn't like and why.

By that time, the wine had loosened his tongue, and he did most of the talking. He noticed that occasionally she wrote some things down in a little notebook. He wanted to ask her what that was all about, but he forgot.

At ten, she made some strong coffee and turned the conversation to lighter topics like music and books. She insisted he have three cups of coffee, and at eleven she insisted he walk around the room a few times while she watched him, and then she shoved him out the door and told him to go home.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 07: Bump



Even though he was sober now, he was high on the evening. This Anya was the girl from the first Denny's date, not the second one. She was not only beautiful and had a hot body, but she was funny and warm. He was enchanted and glad that he hadn't been scared off by her strange talk. He was even looking forward to next Saturday night without his friends, his drugs and his DJs. He knew his date with Anya was going to be much more exciting.

He knocked on her door Saturday night a few minutes early. "Come in," she said. She was wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, and she didn't have much makeup on. How beautiful she is, he thought as he looked at her. Even like this, she looks amazing.

He followed her to the living room with the hardwood floors and throw rugs. She turned to him and said, "Let's get started. Take off your clothes and throw them on that chair." She began pulling off her sweats.

Peter watched her strip down to bra and panties in a trance. She wore one of those sexy, frilly bras that barely contained her luscious breasts. The panties were red bikinis. Then he saw something that turned his stomach: a lot of her public hair sticking out around her panties.

"What are you doing?" she said loudly. "Did you hear what I said? Get your clothes off. I won't be taking any more clothes off for now, but I want you naked."

He began removing his clothes slowly, automatically, still staring at her. She had her arms folded over her chest and was looking at him with a smile of satisfaction on her face. When he was naked, she handed him a wide-mouthed deep plastic cup and motioned for him to get off the rug and stand on the hardwood area.

"First, I want to see what you've got," she said. "You are going to masturbate while I observe you. When you come, you need to do it into that cup. Be careful, because whatever falls on the floor, you will lick up. Are you listening?"

Peter shook himself and nodded. He was listening, but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was the same voice that had entranced him a few days ago when she was talking about herself. She had high aspirations for her life and high standards. Was this her evil twin?

"Whenever, you're ready," she said.

"I don't know," he said.

Her voice, which had been pleasant and soothing up to then, changed. Now it was dripping with contempt and disgust. "You don't know, Peter?" she said. "That's right, you don't. You don't have a clue. That's what I found out last week. You are a worm in the ground who gets high every Saturday night and thinks he's a butterfly. You have a good job because you manage to recover by Monday, but you're probably already noticing that it's getting harder.

"You are an ant during the week, scurrying around the dirt tunnels at work. You have no ambition. As long as you have enough money for drugs and booze, you are content to play the ant as long as they will let you.

"You don't know anything, Peter. And you never will. Why don't you put on your clothes and leave right now. You can meet your friends at the club and do some drugs so you can imagine you're a butterfly instead of the worm you really are. Put on your clothes and get out. The sight of you is making me sick."

As she went on, he hung his head. He felt like crying. What was happening to him? Why didn't he leave and slam the door behind him. She was some kind of weird chick. Maybe she was bipolar. This was not his kind of scene.

The room was silent for a while. He saw her looking at him, but her expression was no longer angry. It was questioning. Then he noticed something else. It wasn't in her voice a moment ago, but her eyes gave it away. She really wants me to stay, he thought. Why?

"Tell me again what you want me to do," he finally said.

"Stand there and whack off with one hand and come into the cup," she said.

"I don't know if I can do it," he said. "I've never done it in front of anyone before."

"Try," she said.

He began stroking himself but didn't get a response. After a minute, he looked up and saw her staring at him. This time the expression was fascination. She quickly wiped it off her face when she saw him looking and tried to put on a bored look.

"Put the cup down for a moment and fondle your balls with your other hand," she said.

That didn't work much better.

"I can't believe I have to help you," she said. "I thought that my body would turn you on a little. Step over here by this end table."

"Your body does turn me on, but I forgot to look at it," said Peter, apologetically. What was he apologizing for?

"See this little machine," she said, pointing to something on the table. "It's a breast pump. There's a tube leading from it to this little suction cup, and there's the receptacle where the breast milk is collected. I could milk you with it, but I want you to bring yourself off into the cup, so I'm just going to use it to get you started. Don't you dare touch me while I'm helping you."

She placed the suction cup on the tip of his penis where it was hanging down and flipped a switch. He heard a soft hum and felt a little tickle at the end of his penis. That wasn't going to help.

He looked down and saw his penis gently sucked in and then released, over and over. Nothing was happening. Then he felt something stirring. A few seconds later, his penis was beginning to move around. She followed it with her hand, keeping the suction cup against the tip. Gradually, the penis got firmer. First it was bent over at an angle, and then it began to rise until finally it was sticking straight out in front of him.

Anya didn't say anything. She kept the suction cup sucking at the tip, and now he was starting to feel some urgency. This thing was going to make him come, he thought, as he felt his body moving into it. Then she took the cup away.

"That should be enough to get you started," she said. "Now pump it with your right hand and hold the cup with your left hand. Don't miss or else."

He began pumping, and he felt his nerve endings respond. It felt good, but the urgency was gone. He looked down and noticed that he wasn't sticking straight out anymore. He was starting to slump.

In a second, the suction cup was back, and in thirty more seconds, he was as hard as before. She left the cup in place another thirty seconds as his breathing grew faster and louder. As she took it away, she said, "Hold your right hand out."

He did, and she squeezed something greasy onto it. He began pumping again with his greasy hand, and this time he felt his response getting more urgent. His face was getting warmer, too. He pumped in a steady rhythm, but then the rhythm started getting erratic and out of control.

"Grab the cup!" she yelled, just in time, because almost as soon as he got the cup into position, he was exploding into it. Thank goodness it was deep, because he felt his sperm ricocheting off the bottom and bouncing back to hit him. He groaned with the release and staggered a little.

"Give me the cup and go wash yourself off at the bathroom sink," she said.

When he came back to the living room, he was wondering, where do we go from here? Then he saw her. She was sitting on one of the easy chairs with wide padded arms. She was leaning back against some cushions and her lower body had slid forward, so her butt was right at the edge of the chair. Each leg was pulled back and spread apart, resting on the chair's wide arms.

The area between her legs was pushed out and open, but all he could see was a mass of hair. She had taken off her panties.

"As a reward for finally finishing yourself off, with a lot of help from me, I'm going to give you something to eat now, Peter," she said. "Do you remember last week when you told me you have a phobia about pubic hair? You won't have sex with any girl who doesn't shave. You don't even like a landing strip.

"You said pubic hair is unsanitary and disgusting. You laughed when you said there are probably things crawling around in there that could jump in your mouth and make you gag, but I could tell that's what you really think, isn't it, Peter? Even when your ladies are shaved, it's hard for you to go down on them. Before they get too excited and juicy, you get your head out of there so you don't have to see it or taste it or smell it.

"Peter, I'm going to help you get over this hangup. Women are the perfection of God's evolutionary plan. Everything in our bodies is there for a reason, especially our beautiful pubic foliage. I let myself get talked into a bikini wax a few years ago, but almost immediately afterward, I asked myself why was I putting myself through all the soreness and discomfort, and ever since I've been growing wild.

"I want you to kneel down here on the rug at my feet. That's it. Now lean forward and look at my bush. Breathe in through your nose. Do you smell my secretions? You can tell from that aroma that I'm excited. You don't look too happy, Peter, but try to hold it together.

"Come closer and push your face into my hair. A little bit more. That's not enough. You need to bury your face in there. You won't smother. That's better. Now move your face around and feel the hairs tickling you everywhere. I feel your mouth closed tight. Open it and feel the hair and the moisture on your tongue."

Peter was starting to feel suffocated and short of breath. He couldn't take this. He had to pull out now. He tried to control himself, but he couldn't stop his gagging sounds.

"Go to the bathroom if you have to," said Anya, and he ran to the sink and retched, but nothing came out. He ran cold water over his hands and patted all over his face. When he came back to the living room, she was in the same position and smiling.

"You lasted longer than I thought you would," she said. "But we can't stop now. Put your head right back in there and keep your mouth open. Now rub it all through the hair like before. That's it. See, it's easier now. You'll get used to it.

"Now lift your head up, and put your fingers in my hair. Gently push the hair to the side until you see the outside of my vagina. You are going to lick up and down lightly until the lips part naturally. Then you are going to push your tongue between the folds as you lick and taste my secretions. As I open wider, you will push into my vagina and explore it with your tongue.

"You'll lap up all the juices and then find my clitoris and start gently licking there, gradually increasing your speed. If you do it right, you're going to see me lose control and slam my vagina into you. Will you be able to handle all my secretions splashing into your nose and mouth? Will you succeed in giving me an amazing orgasm? I'm not expecting much, but we'll see. After I recover, we're going to get you off into the cup one more time, and then we'll call it a night."

Despite having to get up three times and run to the bathroom as he gagged, Peter thought he did pretty well. She certainly seemed to lose control, and her face was bright red as she flopped around.

But then came the low spot of the evening. Even though it was his second time that night, his orgasm was wilder than his first one, and he wasn't careful enough with the cup. When he had recovered, he saw her looking at his feet. There were three white spots there, one the size of a quarter and two the size of a dime. He looked up at her, and she looked at him without expression. Or did he see a slight smile that she was trying to hide? He couldn't tell.

She took the cup from him and looked down at his feet again and then at him. He looked down and then at her. Nobody said a word for a while. He opened his mouth to tell her that he would probably throw up all over her floor if he did what she wanted. But then he thought better of it. He had passed her other tests tonight, and he would pass this one.

He wrinkled his nose, trying to close his passages so he wouldn't smell anything, and then he got down on the floor and began licking.

The second Saturday went better than the first, even though she pushed him much further. They started off the same way, but this time Peter only had to run to the bathroom one time while he was eating her out. After his second whacking off session without spilling a drop, she took him to the bedroom and took off her bra for the first time. She watched as he stared at her breasts. "They're perfect, aren't they?" she said coldly, but he could tell she enjoyed his reaction.

She told him to lie in the middle of the bed on his back, and she put a couple of pillows under his head to lift it up. Then she got on top of him in the 69 position. He saw her bush inches above his face and felt some secretions from her earlier orgasm dripping down on him. Oh no, he thought, not again.

She spoke softly while facing away from him, but he heard every word. "Today you're going to start by licking me like before," she said, "but then you're going to really go down, because I'm going to move forward a little, and you're going to put one of your hands on each of my butt cheeks and slowly pull them apart. Then I'm going to lower myself until you can lick up and down my crack for a while. I'm not as hairy and sweaty there as on the other side, but I think you'll still enjoy it just as much. The smell is different, too.

"When I tell you, you're going to stick out your tongue, and I'm going to position myself so it's right at my asshole. You're going to lick around it and then over it for a while. Then I'm going to push out. Take it easy! Stop shaking! I cleaned myself out earlier, so there's nothing in there. When I push, you're going to push your tongue in as far as it can go and then open your mouth wide and push your entire face between my cheeks. You may not succeed, but try as hard as you can and keep pushing your tongue deeper inside my ass.

"While you're doing that, I'll be using one hand with the pump to suck you and the other hand between my legs. When you feel the muscles inside me start to grab your tongue, that means I'm beginning to spasm and I'll soon be coming. While you make love to my asshole, I'll be working you with the pump, and when I see that you're getting close, I'm going to jump up and hand you the cup, and you go stand over there and come into it."

She stopped and waited, but when she heard his gagging noises, she jumped up quickly, and he ran to the bathroom and threw up. While he was heaving, he asked himself whether this was the point where he should call it quits. She would savage him verbally again, but this time, he really didn't care.

How could she call him a sicko? He had never asked any of his girlfriends to stick their tongues in his ass. What was she getting out of all this anyway? Why in the world was he doing this? Yes, she had an amazing body, but so did a lot of other girls. And they shaved between their legs. Yes, she was fun to talk to, but not in this situation. Even if he got her to like him, is that what he really wanted?

He walked back to the bedroom, but he didn't tell her what he was thinking. He lay down on the bed and did what she told him to do. It was ugly, it smelled bad and it tasted worse. The only good thing was that it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. He didn't have to run to the bathroom again the rest of the night. He almost felt proud about that, and then he felt sick about being proud.

While she was rubbing her butt all over his face and using her fingers to get herself off, she was playing the breast pump on him like a musical instrument, bringing him to the edge over and over again, only to slow down the tempo and leave him frustrated. He started feeling a pain in his testes. When he got up and used his hands, he came at once and it felt like his whole body was pouring out of him through the end of his penis. He was amazed that it was his third orgasm of the night, and the strongest of all.

When it was over, he went back to the bed and collapsed onto it. He saw her sitting on a chair next to the bed watching him, but he was too tired to raise his head. She hadn't put any clothes on, and he realized her body still excited him. I'm really sick, he thought. When he finally sat up, she got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but she didn't say a word as he dressed and left.

During the next week, he tried not to think about Saturday night, but as it drew closer, he realized he was scared. The second week had built on the first week, so he expected the third week to be even worse. The more he thought about what she had made him do, the more he knew he couldn't do it again. Several times, he began to call her and tell her he had enough, but he never finished dialing.

He decided that he'd go to her apartment and tell her in person, but he was too scared to do it alone. So he looked around his apartment and found some solid courage and some liquid courage. He didn't take too much because he wanted to be able to tell her the truth -- that he liked her but he was out of her league.

When she opened the door, he was still thinking about how he should tell her, and he didn't say anything when she handed him the deep, wide cup. He even took off all his clothes and started whacking. Maybe he could get through tonight after all and he'd call her next week, he was thinking as she approached him with the suction cup.

But before she put it on his tip, she sniffed, and then she looked at him closely. And then she jumped back and screamed at him. "You gutless bastard," she cried out. "You're higher than a kite. How dare you come to me like this?"

Her voice wasn't so soft and melodious now. It was loud and angry, but when he looked at her, he saw she was trying to cover up again. There was anger in her face, but she couldn't hide the downcast look of disillusionment and betrayal. In his drugged-out drunken state, it made him feel all apologetic and anxious to please her. He moved to her and tried to tell her he was fine, and he was ready to do whatever she wanted, but his words got jumbled.

She pushed him away so hard he nearly fell over. "Stop taking off your clothes," she said. Her voice was more under control now, but it still had an edge of hysteria. "Come to the kitchen. Sit down there at the table."

He watched her, but he couldn't see what she was doing at the counter. He decided he better not say anything else, and she didn't talk either. Finally, she turned around and brought a cup of black coffee to the table and handed on to him. She sat down facing him.

"Drink that," she said. "You're not leaving here until I've poured a few cups down you. How did you manage to drive here without killing anyone? You are too stupid to live, but I'm not going to have your death on my conscience.

"I'm going to make this as simple as possible. I explained to you that this was zero tolerance, that if you slipped up once, it was over. But against my better judgment, I'm giving you one more chance, because you did so well last week.

"Once I've got you where I think it's safe for you to drive, we're finished for tonight. Maybe you'll go find your druggie friends and spend the rest of the night in oblivion like you did before you met me. Tomorrow, when you come back to the real world, you might remember what I'm telling you now. If you don't, that's it. Sayonara.

"If you do remember and your brain is functioning at all, you will have two choices. Choice Number One is to realize that you can't handle what I'm doing to you and you need to give up trying. You'll have your friends and the wonderful life of fun you had before I began to abuse you. You could call me and tell me that, but why make it hard on yourself? Just do nothing. That should be easy for you. If I don't hear from you by tomorrow night, you're never going to see me again.

"Choice number two is you call me and leave a message apologizing for tonight and swearing you will never do it again if I give you another chance. Do you understand, Mr. Dopey?"




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 07: Bump



"Yes," he said, "I'm sorry, Anya, I..."

"Not another word," she said to him, almost spitting out her words. "When you start talking with that slurred voice, it makes me so angry I want to take a knife and cut out your tongue. Just shut up and drink your coffee." She didn't say another word, and neither did he.

He was sober and hopped up from caffeine when he left her apartment. He hailed a cab, and within 30 minutes he was high again, surrounded by familiar faces and orbiting around the dance floor. He began hallucinating, and that felt comfortable, too, because when he was high, he always conjured up happy images, whether they were colorful abstractions, distortions of friendly people or sexy girls.

This time the hallucinations came and went like always until it got to one of the sexy girls, where he got stuck. He wanted them to keep going, but he couldn't. There was this beautiful naked girl with an incredible body reaching out for him, but she was crying. It was foggy and he couldn't see her clearly, but he definitely heard her crying. Why wouldn't she stop?

Then some wind came and blew the fog away, and he noticed two things. First he saw that in addition to her arms reaching for him, her legs were also spread out and ready to receive him, and in between them there was a huge, thick black bush. It was so big, it hid her belly button. Then the face on the beautiful girl morphed into Anya's face, and there were tears streaming down her face.

Peter kept whirling and orbiting to the music, and he tried to move on to a happy hallucination like the ones that he usually saw. But Anya wouldn't go away. He danced faster in desperation, and finally he collapsed on the floor. His friends carried him to a chair, and he sat there for a while. They saw he was crying and left him alone.

After a while, he got up, walked out of the club and took a bus home. As soon as he closed the door to his apartment, he picked up the phone. He told Anya's voice mail that he was sorry about tonight, that he would never break her rules again and that he didn't need until tomorrow to make his choice.

He regretted that message the next Saturday. He was right about the evening beginning exactly the same as before. After that, it got much worse.

"I heard what you said on the phone," Anya said after he had produced a third ejaculation into the cup, "but I'm going to give you a chance to leave anyway after I explain what's next.

"I'm going to tie you to the bed and put a blindfold on your eyes and a gag in your mouth. Then it's time to work on your body. There might be some pain, but it's mostly humiliation. So if you want to back out, tell me now, before I put the gag on. I've pushed you pretty far, and maybe you've had enough."

He didn't reply and didn't resist when she took her panties from the chair where she had thrown them and stuffed them in his mouth. Then she pulled a thick, tight elastic band around his head and across his mouth, pushing the panties further in and holding them in place.

"Turn around and put your hands behind you," she said. As he did, he heard her open a drawer and pull some things out. Then he felt plastic handcuffs close over his wrists. While he was still absorbing that, he felt another cuff snap onto his right ankle. Instinctively, he tried to move away from her, but she pulled him back by his handcuffed wrists and a chain that she attached to his right ankle cuff. Then she tugged at his left ankle and he almost fell over. As he moved his left leg to maintain balance, he felt a cuff snap shut over it. She walked around in front of him.

"I didn't want to use cuffs," she said. "But I need to clean you out, and I was afraid you might get skittish and hurt yourself. Follow me."

He looked down and saw that the cuffs on his ankles were attached to a short chain that permitted him to shuffle forward. He followed her into the bathroom, where she told him to kneel on the floor. He saw her dip two fingers into a jar of thick grease and then he felt one, then both enter his anus. He watched her as she poured some liquid detergent into the sink and then filled it with hot water. He got frightened when he saw her pick up a long, thick turkey baster and dip it into the sink. She pressed the bulb at the end and sucked the water into it. Then he felt the end of the turkey baster probing at his anus. After a couple of pushes, the grease let it go right in. She pushed it gently and it slid deeper. When she stopped, he felt the rubber bulb at his anus.

"I think the water has cooled down enough," she said. "Let me know if you feel any pain." She squeezed the bulb, and he felt like a water cannon filled with warm water was shooting up inside him. She used two hands to squeeze the bulb as hard as she could, and then she slowly began sliding the baster out.

"I think one more squirt will do it," she said. After the second injection, she sat on the edge of the tub and watched him. In a few minutes, he was squirming. "The longer you hold it, the cleaner you'll be," she said. "Tell me when you feel you have to let go."

When he couldn't stand anymore, he was about to open his mouth, but she was already helping him up onto the toilet seat and hurrying out of the bathroom. He was grateful that she didn't stand there and watch him.

After he moaned and groaned for least five minutes, he heard her call to him, "Let me know when you're ready for me to come back and help you." He waited until his body stopped shaking before he called her. He saw she had a nose clip on when she came back. "I couldn't put one on you because of the gag," she said with a laugh. "We don't want to suffocate, do we?"

She flushed the toilet and washed him off, then pushed him back on the floor again and started the process all over. "You're probably clean now," she said apologetically, "but I just don't want to take any chances. I got those rugs in Italy." She laughed again.

When the second time was over, she removed his leg cuffs and told him to stand in the tub. She washed him all over with a soapy sponge and the hand-held shower attachment and then rinsed him off and dried him. He stood there like a statue.

She pulled his arm and led him to the bed and pushed him down on his back. He watched her attach some straps to the corners of the bed, and then to his wrists, above the handcuffs, tightening them with Velcro. Then she unlocked the handcuffs and removed them. After that, she pulled on the straps attached to the wrists until his arms were above his head.

She pushed a bunch of pillows behind him so he was half sitting, half lying with his hands pulled back toward the bedposts. Then she took a much wider strap device and ran it under one thigh, right above the knee. With both her arms, she strained to pull his leg up and back toward his body until she realized that by wrapping the strap around the bedpost, she could get more leverage. When she finished with both legs, his feet were wide apart and waving high above him, his thighs were pressed against his chest, his rear was in the air and his butt was facing almost straight up.

"Wow! You have a hairy butt," she said. "I'm glad I don't have to do what I made you do. Ugh."

Suddenly the lights went out as she fastened a blindfold around his eyes. He panicked and tried to move away from her. He had changed his mind again as things got scarier, but it was too late. He could barely move, and when he tried to speak, all that came out was a muffled sound. He began shaking.

She saw his reaction. "Don't get panicky," she said. "I'm not going to castrate you or anything." She laughed. "Today is not about the visual sense. Today is about smell and taste and texture and sound. You won't get in trouble if you just listen to me and do what I tell you.

"Right now, I see in front of me a bump rapist waiting to be the victim instead of the aggressor. I see the bump rapist trying frantically to twist and writhe even though he knows there's no escape. He's spread wide open for me. I put my thumbs in here like this and pull that hole open and look straight down inside him. There's a long, dark tunnel there. Where does it lead? Does it lead all the way to his soul? Does he even have a soul? Maybe there's nothing inside him at all, no soul, just emptiness."

Peter stopped squirming as she talked. Her voice was the same, but her words were those of an insane person. Why did he come back? Would she eventually kill him? Would she twist his mind so he would willingly die?

She stopped talking. "Wait a second," she said. "I think I heard a knock." He heard her bare feet pad out of the room. All was quiet. He could hear a pin drop. He heard her apartment door open and some muffled voices. Then he heard someone wearing shoes come in and walk through the living room. As the sounds got closer, he could tell they were high heels and they were coming into the bedroom. He heard someone sit down in a chair not far from the bed. Then he couldn't hear another thing, except for Anya's bare feet padding back to the bed.

"If I took off your blindfold now, Peter, would you enjoy seeing my friend, Carrie? Would you care if she was sitting here watching us? You'd be surprised if you heard Carrie laugh, but Carrie will be as quiet as a mouse.

"Do you think Carrie enjoys the sight of my bump rapist opened wide. Maybe she's disgusted by what she sees. Maybe she's getting turned on. What if she wanted to stick her tongue in there? Would that get you excited? What if she wanted to push stuff inside you, like a vibrator, or maybe a baseball bat? What if Carrie was even more perverted than me? Wait a minute. I think I hear another knock.

On her way out of the room, he heard Anya whisper something. It was so still that he could make out the words. "Wait right there," she said. "He's here."

Peter tried to slam his entire body across the bed. He heard the noise of the bed scraping across the floor as the result of his impact, but nothing came loose. He heard voices at the door again, and then the tread of feet coming to the bedroom. This person's steps sounded heavier when they came into the room. The person didn't sit down.

Now Peter tried to rub his face against the pillows and scrape the blindfold off. If he could just get a quick look, he wouldn't be so scared, he told himself, but at the same time, he knew he might be even more frightened.

He heard Anya come back into the room. "Is everybody all right here?" she asked. "What do you think, Peter? Do you hear Rip and Carrie? They're so quiet that maybe they're not here. Would you like us to be alone, or do you get excited by performing in front of others? Isn't that what you do when you are flitting all over the floor at the clubs? Everyone's eyes are on you, or at least you hope they are. You are really an exhibitionist, so I'm giving you a chance to exhibit yourself."

She turned away from him, and he heard her whisper, "Come here." Then she was speaking to him again. "I'm going to pull you over to the side of the bed for a minute," she said. "I want to engage your sense of touch. Let's just imagine that I have a friend named Rip, and Rip is gay, and he loves to work out and he loves to make love to a new bottom. He's a top. "You told me it makes you uncomfortable to talk about man-love, Peter, but you see them all the time at your club, and I'm sure some of them have approached you. They watch the exhibitionist, just like everyone else, and they're turned on, just like you get turned on when you see a girl exhibitionist dancing.

"For a lot of gay guys, their fantasy is hooking up with a straight guy. They'll show him that gay sex is better than anything a girl can give him and get him to cross over. Some of them have the fantasy of doing this by force. They're sure that once they force the straight guy, he'll love it so much that he'll want more. Even though they're gay, they're still guys. A lot of straight guys have the same sick fantasy about girls.

"You might be frightened of being degraded and humiliated, but what if I had a friend named Rip who is sure you'd change your mind once he could show you how great a lover he was. What if he thought of you like a girl who's a virgin. It might be painful the first time, but pretty soon you'll love it.

"What if this Rip was standing right next to the bed, totally naked, and what if someone named Carrie was looking at him and you and getting excited by anticipating what's about to happen?

"What if Rip was really well endowed and let me take his equipment and rub it over your face like this? Does that feel big to you? It's so soft. Do you think it could ever get hard? Do you think it could get even bigger, maybe twice the size, maybe three times. Here, feel it again. Does it feel like it's grown since a few seconds ago? OK, I'm going to take it away from your face. I need to go to the bathroom now, and while I'm gone, here's what I want you to imagine.

"Imagine there's a sexy girl named Carrie who's sitting in a chair watching you and getting excited. Imagine there's a big, muscular guy named Rip with a huge apparatus standing next to you stroking himself slowly, and imagine this thick, long pole rising in front of him.

"Now imagine I'm making everything up and there's no one in the room but you. See if you can go back and forth with these scenes. Which one seems more real? Use your hearing and your sense of smell and see if they help you. I'll be right back."

Peter tried hard not to think of either of Anya's ideas, but he was listening intently. Did he hear some breathing or a body shifting? He thought he did, but he couldn't be sure. Was Anya really playing a trick on him? Would she whip the blindfold off and show him no one was there? Oh, if only she would! But what if she took off the blindfold, and he was face to face with a nightmare? He heard her come back into the room.

"I've been filling the baster again, Peter, but this time it's not to clean you out. What if there was a guy named Rip here who really wanted to initiate you and what if he went ahead and did it, and you weren't lubricated? Do you know how painful it is to be torn down there? No, it never happened to me. I've never been in your situation. But I've heard that it can take a long time to heal and that each step you take feels like someone is stabbing you in the rear. And let's not even talk about going to the bathroom.

"If you can imagine Rip, you can definitely imagine him hurting you. And I don't want you to get hurt by the imaginary Rip. So I'm going to squirt just a little lubricant inside you, and now I'm going to work this tip in and squirt in a little more. Now the whole baster is going in again and squirting a lot of lubricant into you. See how much easier it goes in than before, because you're more used to it now. Do you think you could eventually get used to a gigantic, thick penis, much thicker and much longer than this, going into you?

"What if there was a guy named Rip who really believed you could and he wanted to take you away for a while to someplace private and secret, so the two of you would have a chance to be alone and explore each other. He could practice with you every day until your body would welcome him, and you would spend the rest of your life enjoying him using your body. No, no, Peter, relax. Don't wear yourself out. We're just daydreaming.

"No, even if there was someone like that in this room right now, and even if he wanted to do that, I wouldn't let him. You know why. As much of a druggie and bump rapist as you are, you put your trust in me and allowed me to make you helpless so I could do this with you tonight.

"But maybe I'm wrong. Could it be that you did that because you really want me to give you to someone like our imaginary Rip? No, I'm not going to go there. I don't want to believe that, even if it's true. Wait a second."

He heard her whisper. It sounded like she had turned her head and was whispering in a different direction. It sounded like she said, "Come here."

"Peter, I'm going to rub something on your face again. It's OK to be scared, because that's the point of tonight. Let's imagine it's Rip, and he's hard and as a rock and anxious to bury his tool in you. Do you feel it as I pull it across your face. Can you feel how long it is? Does it feel real like real skin, like real veins.

"Do you know that they can make dildos that feel exactly like human flesh? They feel so real that some girlfriends have told me they can't tell the difference. Can you feel how warm this imaginary Rip is? My girlfriends say that some dildos have electric circuits that can even make them warm. Does it feel like this is one of those dildos, or does it feel like a real man? Here, put your hands around him. Don't pull him. I just want you to feel him in your hands. Doesn't he feel big? Would you like him inside you?

"Are you excited that imaginary Carrie might be watching you and putting her fingers between her legs right now? Or maybe she'll put her fingers between my legs, and I'll put my fingers between her legs. Does that turn you on? Can you imagine us getting that crazy?

"Now, let's imagine that a man named Rip is going to get on the bed between your legs. Here, I'm going to pull the straps around the posts a little tighter so your legs are further apart and you're pulled open a little more. It should make it easier for imaginary Rip to access you. I'm going to get right behind the imaginary Rip and tell him what to do, because I don't want you to get hurt.

Peter was shivering now. His body was vibrating like a car engine. He felt someone get on the bed between his legs, and then he felt a probing at his anus. The thing pushed in a little. It was so thick that it was pushing his cheeks even wider apart, although he thought that was impossible after Anya tightened the straps moments ago.

He felt some lubricant come out. The big thing began rubbing the lubricant up and down his crack, and then it pushed again, and more lube came out. There was more rubbing, and felt his crack becoming greasy and slick.

Now the thing came back to his anus and pushed a little harder. Lube came out as it pushed. It didn't increase the pressure, but it didn't let up. Peter felt like there were a million layers of muscle inside his anus, and one by one, they were being pushed aside. The thing was not moving into him, but he felt it making progress anyway as the pressure was peeling back the muscles that were preventing it from entering.

He felt the layers going away faster and faster. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He heard someone breathing slowly and deeply, but he couldn't tell who it was. Was it Anya? Was it Carrie? Was it Rip? Could this really be a dildo? No it couldn't or he wouldn't be feeling as frantic as he was. Or would he? She had messed with his mind, and he had no idea what was really going on. Would he ever find out?

Then he felt the layers flying and a slow pain beginning, and suddenly Rip or whoever burst into him. "Hold it, Rip," Anya said. Her voice was soft and coming from the side of the bed or down by his feet. He couldn't tell. "That was beautiful. You did just what I told you, and I don't think you hurt him. Remember what you promised. Today is not about being rough. When you take him away -- if I let you -- you can be as rough as you want. Today, it's easy. This is his first time, and you're a lot to take.

"OK, you can push in a little further. I want you to just apply the slightest pressure. Let Peter come to you. There's a lot of lube in there, and with just a little pressure, he's going to open up and let you in. And remember, I don't want any contact with your thighs, your balls or your hands. That's why I opened him for you.

"That's it. See, you're barely pushing, but you're gliding right in. Do you hear that juice squirting out of him? When you push into him, the lube has no place to go but out. It looks so great. Look over at Carrie. She likes it too. She's really going to town between her legs.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 07: Bump



"Ok, no further. You're in really deep, and I don't want you to make him bleed. Damn it, Rip. Why didn't you stop? I'm sure he felt those balls bounce. He's not supposed to know whether you're a man or a dildo. That's it, pull back and work from there.

"Peter, did you know that some of new dildos even have balls that are loose to make them more realistic. My girlfriends told me about them. I asked if they felt like the real thing, but none of them had used one, so they couldn't tell. Do you think I'm using one of them on you right now?

"That's good, Rip. In and out slowly. He's feeling it. I can see him squirming around trying to get away from you and I hear him screaming through my panties. OK, now a little faster, just a little. That's a good rhythm. Keep it up while I get my breast pump on him. Good. Carrie, see how Peter's mouth is twisted but his penis is getting hard. That's a man for you. Nothing gets in the way of getting off. Don't you wish women had it that easy?

"OK, stop, Rip. Stay right in there where you are. Did you feel his ass start clenching on you. I think he's close. I need to go to the kitchen for a second. Wait right there.

"OK, I'm back. I'm going to dip his hands in some of the lube that is all over the bed so he can get himself off. What's that, Peter? You don't want to do that today? You're nodding. But Peter, you have no choice. That's the agreement. Well, I can't force you, but I can tell Rip to keep going until you cooperate. That's more like it. OK, you've drooped a little. Let me get you hard with the pump again. There. See, it didn't take long. OK, get those greasy hands on yourself and get to work. That looks great.

"OK, Rip, you can get started again, but this time I want you to follow Peter's lead. Keep your pace exactly the same as his. When he starts to go faster, you can go faster, and when he comes, you can come, but not before him, understand?"

Peter pumped away at himself, faster and faster. He was focusing on getting this over with, but he couldn't bring himself over the edge because the huge tool was slamming into him as fast as he was pumping and driving him out of his mind. What made him even crazier was thinking of Carrie and Anya watching him being ravaged.

It took another treatment with the breast pump before he felt a stirring. Finally, he felt his breathing get irregular and an urgency in his loins. He started to get nauseous as he realized how degrading this was going to be, but before he could think much about that, he exploded, sending his semen flying into the air. A second after that, he felt a firehouse turning on inside his guts. The warm liquid kept spurting inside him, and some of it was squeezed out of him. When he smelled it, there was no doubt any longer. It smelled much stronger than his semen. It was the real thing, and that suddenly devastated him. Peter heard Anya's voice repeating, "Slow, Rip, slow, slow, slow," as Rip pulled out.

Peter lay there in a daze. He felt as if his body was slowly slipping into his grave. He heard steps and the door to Anya's apartment opening and closing, but it sounded far away. He felt the blindfold being removed, but he couldn't open his eyes. The panties came out of his mouth, but he couldn't speak. He felt his legs being detached from the restraints and falling on the bed as if they had been dropped from the ceiling. He felt his arms being freed, but he couldn't move them. Someone else brought them down to his side.

Only when he felt a damp cloth on his forehead and a kiss on his cheek did he open his eyes. Anya was smiling down at him. Why did she have to be so beautiful and nice when she wasn't being beautiful and evil? Those were his last thoughts before he fell asleep.

The next morning, he woke in her bed, and as soon as he moved a leg, he felt a stabbing pain inside his anus. He winced, and she came running into the room looking concerned. Then she smiled that smile. "I've made you some breakfast," she said. "I could bring it in here, but you need to start dealing with your pain right away so you can go home and get to work tomorrow."

At breakfast, she was all compliments. "You were amazing last night," she said. "You may not realize it, but I think you're on the verge of a breakthrough that's going to rock your life. I'm thinking we only need one more session to achieve that, but it won't be next Saturday. First of all, I'm going to be out of town, and secondly, you won't be healed enough. When I get back to town a week from tomorrow, I'm going to call you and see if you're ready to finish what we started."

I can already tell you the answer is no, he thought, but he didn't say anything.

Peter was surprised by how many people at his office seemed concerned by the pain he was suffering. He wondered if they really felt bad or if they were just trying to find out what had happened to him.

On Tuesday morning, the staff was told that there was a required party on Thursday night, but that they could bring spouses, partners, live-ins or friends. BBB was coming to spend a couple of days at the office, and the party was for him

Big Boss from Boston was young, only 10 years older than Peter, and he was always looking to meet people who were important in the lives of his employees. The word was that your upward mobility could be affected positively or negatively by the person you brought to his parties.

Peter never brought anyone to these parties, because he didn't care about upward mobility. His salary was good enough to buy himself what he wanted, and otherwise he preferred just being let alone to do his job. He knew he was good, but he didn't care. He lived for the weekends.

Spouses, partners, live-ins, friends, thought Peter when he got the office message. He didn't have any of them, and he didn't care. Well, he did have friends, the stoner group he hung out with on the weekends, but he couldn't bring any of them to a company party. He'd go alone as usual.

Right in the middle of analyzing trends in corn syrup that afternoon, a weird thought entered his mind. What if he invited Anya to the party? That would show the bosses. Maybe the good Anya would show up, and everybody would be drooling. Or maybe the bad Anya would come and pin back everyone's ears with her bizarre talk. Either way, he wouldn't care. He called her and left a voice mail message and then remembered she told him she was going out of town. He forgot about it until she called him Thursday morning. She sounded harried.

"Peter, I'm so sorry I couldn't get back to you until now. Things have been crazy, and I haven't even had time to pack for the flight tomorrow morning. But I can do that later. I'm sure you've invited another friend by now, but if you haven't, I'd love to come with you tonight."

Peter didn't know what to say at first. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked her if she'd like him to pick her up. She said she'd be rushing over from an appointment, so she'd meet him at the party.

After she was a half-hour late, Peter figured she was a no-show. He was still feeling pain with every step, so he had remained near the bar, where he was talking to a couple of people in his department when he heard a commotion behind him. Everyone in the room was buzzing. He turned around and saw that someone had just come into the hotel meeting room and a path was being cleared for the person. He knew it couldn't be the BBB, because he was already there. Then his jaw dropped. It was Anya, walking to him. She was smiling.

What was causing the buzz was the way she was dressed. Her outfit was cocktail casual, just as he had told her, but the bright green dress was made of a thin shiny fabric that seemed to envelop her voluptuous body like a shimmering coat of paint. It moved with her body. As she flexed, it flexed. As she jiggled, it jiggled. It feathered her every curve and softened it, but it didn't hide any of them. It was the sexiest outfit Peter had ever seen.

When she walked up to him and gave him a quick kiss, he felt like a spotlight was on him. "Wow!" he said. "You're supposed to be making me look good to the BBB. I don't know what he's thinking right now, but you definitely made an impression."

"I hope you're not angry that I'm late," she said sweetly. "You can punish me later if you want." He looked at her and frowned, and she laughed brightly. "I'm only kidding," she said. "Don't look so serious. Point out your boss without pointing at him, so I can do what I came here to do."

That statement worried him. "Uh, he's over there by the piano, in that tan suit," he said. "But please be careful. I like my job."

He introduced her to his colleagues at the bar and to a lot of other people he worked with. They were almost lining up to meet her, he noticed. She left to powder her nose, and when she didn't come back, he noticed she was in heavy conversation with the BBB. He wondered what she was telling him but decided he didn't care. Or maybe, she's not talking about me but making a move on him. Could it be that she's recruiting him for her sick games for when she's finished with me? He watched her animated conversation with the BBB for half an hour, and then she walked back over to him.

"I like your boss," she said. "He's got a good head on his shoulders and some great plans for your company."

"What were you two talking about for so long?" he said.

"Oh, nothing much," she said. "Were you jealous?"

"No," he said.

"Well, we did talk about you a little bit," she said. "He didn't know much about you, and he wanted to know more."

He groaned. "So of course you told him," he said. "Great! You might as well stick a fork in me."

"Yes," she said. "You're definitely finished." She laughed her sparkling laugh again, and the thought came to him that the devil is a master of disguise.

"I'm sorry, but I've got to leave and go home and pack. I'll call you next week." Her exit was as dramatic as her entrance. The people in the room parted like the Red Sea as her shimmering green body flowed through them.

After she left, the BBB came over to him. "Your girlfriend is really impressive, Peter," he said. "And her brains are even better than her looks, if that's possible. From the way she talked about you, I'd say you're a lucky man. Don't let her get away."

"Thanks," said Peter. "That's kind of you." What was he saying? He was going to get as far from her as he could. But then why had he invited her? Was she right that he was self-destructive?

When she called him at work on Tuesday, he meant to tell her to forget about Saturday, but instead, he asked her how her trip went. "Oh, you know," she said. "I visited my family. They are great, but they're also a pain. They asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I told them that I had seen a lot of you. No, just kidding. No one knows about us. I haven't even told my girlfriends."

"What about Carrie and Rip?" he said.

"But they're imaginary," she said with a laugh. He didn't tell her what his sense of smell had told him about what the imaginary Rip had deposited inside of him.

"No blindfold this Saturday night," she said. "You're going to see everything. I'm hoping it will be a real eye opener."

"I'll bet," he said. Why didn't he tell her he wasn't coming? What kind of a hold did she have over him that he was cooperating with her sick schemes? Why did he know that he would show up Saturday night? Despite the compliments he'd been getting since last Thursday about his "girlfriend," and the jokes about how that explained why his body was in pain, he was feeling depressed, and his mood wasn't any lighter when he knocked on her door Saturday night.

She welcomed him to her living room, and before he could think of something to say, he had his clothes off, and they were into their routine. The only thing different was that she didn't ask him to ejaculate into a cup this night and she seemed to be putting a lot more into her verbal abuse. When he was eating out her ass, she said, "You really are getting to like it in there, aren't you, Peter. Is it the flavor or the aroma? I bet you can't wait to toss someone else's salad to see how it tastes. Are you going to stick to girls, or will you also snack on boys? Listen to you. Do you have to smack your lips? That's gross."

It got so bad that he became nauseous again and had to push her off and run to the bathroom. While he was retching, he also felt relieved. At least I'm not getting used to it, he thought.

When he came out of the bathroom, she led him into the bedroom and sat down next to him on the bed. "Last week, I used handcuffs to keep you under control," she said, "because they fit that night. But this week, no cuffs. Here's what I'm doing instead. See this string. It's very thin, but very strong. See how it's looped, like a Yo-Yo string and how I'm making a slip knot." She got off the bed and kneeled between his legs.

"See how I'm putting the slip knot around your ball sack. Now I'm pulling it closed. That's all there is to it. It's a much less obtrusive way of making sure you don't get out of control and hurt yourself."

"I don't understand," he said.

"In my hand, I've got the string attached to that slip knot," she said. "Watch what happens when I pull it. I'll pull very slowly. Do you feel anything? Look down. See how I'm pulling your sack away from your body slowly but steadily. Do you feel anything yet? Yes, I heard you. I'm letting the string go slack. Now you can't feel any more pain, can you?

"This is so effective because just a gentle tug like this reminds you to listen and do what I say. If you're distracted and don't respond, then I can get your attention with a slow steady pull. I could pull so far that I rip the balls off your body. That's not good, because if they aren't recovered and sewn back together within a half an hour, evidently they die.

"I'm not going to let that happen even though you're so self-absorbed that you probably won't ever have a family anyway. So for us, the gentle tugs and maybe some slow stretching will just remind you of what could happen and get you going in the right direction. Right now, we need to move in the direction of the bathroom."

He looked at her, but he didn't move. She looked at him and waited. He saw her lift the string and smile. She tugged once. She tugged again. She started pulling slowly and he saw his testicles coming into view as he looked down. He watched them moving away from his body until he couldn't stand the pain anymore, and then he lifted up his hand. The pulling stopped immediately, and he got up.

"I love you, Peter," she said brightly. "You want to experience everything, don't you? You must be very happy now anticipating the pain and degradation that awaits you tonight. I promise you I won't disappoint you."

After two cleanings in the bathroom, she brought him back to the bed and told him to lie down in the middle. After she fastened her panties into his mouth again, she said, "Tonight we're going to do a variation of last week's position that brought forth so much emotion," she said. "I want you to lift your legs up high in the air. That's it. Now bring them slowly back. Further, further, until they are over your shoulders now. OK, now bring them back until your feet are over your head. Here, let me push some pillows behind your back to make it easier.

"Try to lock your feet behind your head. That's it. You are very flexible. Maybe it's all that crazy drugged-out dancing. Now lift your arms straight up in the air. Good. Now lower your right arm and drape it over your right leg, just behind the knee. Good. Now just let the arm fall onto the bed at your side. Now the same thing with your left arm. There, right behind the knee. Now let the arm fall on the bed on the left side. OK, stay like that just a minute."

He felt her moving around and then she was fastening his wrists with the Velco again. Then he felt her crawling under the bed. Suddenly, he felt his arms being pulled down and away. She had connected the wrists with straps that ran under the bed, and now she was pulling them tight. She got up from under the bed and stood over him.

"Perfect," she said. "This is called the Viennese Oyster position, and it's good because it offers easy access and deep penetration. The straps under the bed add the element of complete control, and that's why I'm taking the string off of you now. It won't be necessary any longer.

"Can you see that you're looking straight at your penis and, there, right beyond it, is your asshole. That's the idea. This week it's all about visual, but of course, you're going to feel and hear and taste, too. I'm going to adjust the pillows a little now and pull your legs back more. I wasn't sure you were flexible enough to do this, but you're really having no problem.

"See how that pushes your penis closer to your face. Let's get the breast pump going. Watch what happens. See, you are so well endowed that when you are aroused in this position, your tip is only inches from your mouth. And this is before we even get started. Now it's time for some lube. This week, we're going to use this white Crisco because it will make for a good visual. I'm going to stick my index finger into it and dab some on your asshole like this. Now, I'm going to rub it around the area lightly. You like that, don't you? I can tell from your response.

"Now the finger is going into you easily. Back to the white paste, back into the hole. Moving around, and out. You're opening up nicely. Let's take two fingers and scoop up a lot more white paste. In we go, smooth as silk. There's some left on the outside. Let's push that in, too. Round and round inside. Spreading the lube to every nook and cranny in there.

"OK, get ready, Mr. Bump Rapist, you're about to accept three fingers for the very first time. Well, that was disappointing. I thought it would be a real event, but they just went right in. Let's use the three fingers to get a really big ball of white stuff in there. First we pull them out fast, so the hole stays open for a few seconds, and there, before it closes we pushed a big bunch of Crisco in there. Now the three fingers go back in and spread it around. Around and around, and out.

"No need to wait for four fingers with you, I can see. I'm just going to pull the three out fast and then put four back in. You probably won't even notice a difference. Oh yes, you did that time. I saw you squirm and heard something through my panties. You're starting to respond. That's good.

"We're going to pretend my four fingers are a vibrator. Let's put the vibrator on low. In and out they go, very slowly, just past the first knuckles. Uh oh, someone switched to fast. Look at them pick up speed. They're vibrating in and out of you so fast, I can hardly see them. Your body is squirming like crazy and your face muscles are all over the place.

"I'm switching the fingers back to low, slower, slower, slower. They're just chugging away, and you didn't even notice I bunched the fingers together and tucked my thumb behind them. Now all five fingers are going in so slowly and so smoothly. Let's pull them out now. Can you see how large your hole has become? Do you see the big scoop of Crisco I just pushed in there?

"Back go the fingers, slowly, but now they're starting to speed up. I hear you, Peter. Let it all out. Every emotion in your body. You're thinking you know where this is leading, Peter, and you're thinking that you can't take the total humiliation and the horrible feeling, but you can, Peter. Together we are finding the bottom of your life. We can take all the drugs and all the booze and all the anonymous sex and push it down to the bottom, just like I'm pushing this white stuff into you.

"But the drugs and booze and mindless sex aren't white. They're black, totally black, and smell worse than anything you've smelled in my apartment, and taste more disgusting than anything you've tasted here. They're vile and degrading. No dumb animal would ever do to its body what you've been doing to yours.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 07: Bump



"Do you feel a little push with the vibration now, Peter? Do you feel a little stretching there around the bottom where we're pushing your terribly wasted life. Nobody knows how wasted it really is. You've certainly fooled the BBB and everyone in your office that I met. Not even the friends at your club understand, because they are all jelly inside with no spine at all.

"No, the only ones who know are you and me, and here we are, working away at you. I'm in no hurry. We've got to do this right all the way to the end. Because where we're going is further than you think, Peter. We're going below the bottom, all the way down.

"Every shred of dignity is going to be squeezed out of you like the white stuff that's squirting out around my fingers. We need to push that black stuff so far down and so tight that it forms a cannonball that weighs 50 pounds. Inside that cannonball is every poison that's slowly destroying your mind. We're going to shoot that poisonous cannonball out of you. When it lands, it will explode, and all the poisons will dissipate.

"I think I feel something, Peter, and from the way you're trying to kick your legs free, I think you do, too. That's why I tied your arms down over them, because when you are kicking wildly, you could hurt yourself. Ooh, there it goes. Did you see how your ass seemed to climb over the thickest part of my hand and swallow it up? Now I'm into you up to my wrist, and I'm going to stop so we can both catch our breaths. That's it. Breathe through your nose. Long breaths. Try to slow them down. Good.

"My hand feels your soft insides like around it like a glove, Peter, and when I wiggle my fingers, the lubricant makes them glide smoothly in and out of your folds of flesh. Now I'm going to bunch the fingers together into a fist. That's what this is called, Peter, fisting. There, that was easy. Now I'm moving it around. Where is that black stuff? I need to push it into that heavy cannonball so we can get rid of it.

"When we finally shoot the fat black cannonball out of you, Peter, you're going to be totally empty and alone. Then you'll be in the real danger zone, much more dangerous than anything I'm doing to you today. It will be your moment of crisis. What's going to fill up the empty space Peter? Will nothing change? Will you put the same poisons right back in again? Or will the empty Peter find his way to real human feelings, maybe even someday to true love. I'm giving you a chance, Peter, but I can't do it all for you.

"I'm balling my hand inside you into a fist. I'll pull as gently and steadily as I pushed before. Squirm and kick if you must. And scream if you have to. Let everything out as I start pulling toward the opening. I see it pulling at the hole, I see the hole stretching. It's coming, it's coming. It's out. And now it's going back in.

"We're at the bottom, Peter, but we're not done yet, because there's that bottom below the bottom. I'm keeping my fist inside you and using my other hand to adjust the pillows to get you into a better position. Now here comes the breast pump. Amazing. From your tears I can imagine what it must feel like with my fist up you, but look at that thing jump up like nothing's the matter. It's so close to your face that it's going past the side of your head and beyond your ear.

"Listen carefully. I'm going to pull your head back and move your tool until the tip is pushing at your lips. I want you to open your mouth, so I can take out my panties. And then it will go inside. You know where I'm going with this. Why are you shaking your head? This is absolutely necessary. Can you imagine anything more degrading than sucking your own dick and coming in your mouth? You have to do it. You refuse?

"OK, listen, Mr. Bump Rapist. I'm not going to put the string on you. That would be too easy. I'm going to use something much worse, this little suction cup. You remember last week how I played you with it. I sucked you right to the edge and then stopped before you could come and left you frustrated. Remember toward the end, you were starting to feel a little pain and discomfort in the area of your balls before you finally came.

"That was nothing. This time I'm going to keep going. There will be no release. That pain is called blue balls, and it's going to get stronger and stronger. Even if I kick you in the balls right now, it won't hurt as badly as that will hurt. Eventually, you're going to be a quivering mass of jelly, and you'll do anything I say.

"Is that the way you want to end this? Are you man enough to suck yourself and choose to accept your utter debasement. Or do you really want me to turn you into a puddle of pain, not even human. You'll end up doing it anyway. No answer? OK, here comes the bulb.

"You're nodding your head. You've changed your mind? Good. Now I'm still going to use the bulb, but only for few seconds. You've agonized over this so much that you're drooping. There, back up goes the flagpole. OK, open wide. That's it. I'm taking the panties out. Quiet. Not a word. Now let me push your head back while I slide your penis in front of your mouth. Now I'll let your head go and arrange the pillows behind it so your mouth will go around your pole. Oh, sorry, I think it hit the back of your throat. That can't be comfortable. Let me adjust the pillows some more. There, that's more like it, deep but not uncomfortable.

"OK, I want you to start sucking it. Not hard, just gently. Pretend you're the breast pump. Just enough to keep it hard. Don't think orgasm. Think lollypop. That's it. Your hands are already coated with the white lube that squirted onto the bed, but they're tied down at your sides. When I release one of them, I want you to pump the part of your penis that's outside your mouth.

"OK. I'm focusing on my fist in your ass. It's time for your final test, and it's not going to be easy. While I'm working at your bottom, I want you to work on the other side. I didn't make you come earlier, so you should have a lot of semen in there, and I want you to suck every drop of it into your mouth and hold it there.

"The way you're going to do that is simple. You're just going to increase the suction slowly until you're sucking as hard as you can. Meanwhile your hand will pump the Crisco up and down your penis. You'll soon be ready to explode into your mouth, even though you'll probably try to hold back. That's OK. Hold back as long as you can, because it will make you come even harder when you can't stop yourself. Ready, let's go.

"OK, I'm matching your pumping with my fist going in and out of you. I'm keeping at the same pace. Suck harder, Peter, pump faster. It's in your hands now, Peter, and in your mouth. As soon as you come, we're finished. I see your eyes are starting to bulge. You are afraid of what you're feeling. You're afraid to come in your mouth. That's OK. Embrace the fear, embrace the shame. We're all the way to the bottom and beyond. That big black cannonball is ready to be shot, and all the poisons from your body and mind are going into it.

"Suck harder. Pump faster. That's it. That's it. I hear you, I hear you. Even though your mouth is filling up with your semen, you're telling me, and I hear you. Look, it's squirting out of your nose. I see you're having trouble breathing. Open your mouth wide and swallow as fast as you can. Now you can breathe through your mouth.

"I see you glaring at me. You really hate me now, don't you? You hate the person who's making you feel what you're feeling right now. You're totally humiliated. You're at the edge of madness. Yes, that's me, Peter. Remember, when I told you what I was and what I did to men? Do you remember everything I said to you that day?

"Save your breath, Peter. You're so exhausted that I can barely hear you anyway. I'm going to pull my fist slowly out of you. You're moaning. It's the moan that that is going to fire the cannon that is going to shoot that black cannonball out of your body -- that black ball of disease that's infected your soul. It's the moan of a man that's about to become totally empty and open to every possibility.

"Moan for me, Peter, moan for me. My fist is struggling to get out. The huge black ball full of poisons is holding it back. You've got to shoot the cannonball, Peter, to save your life. It must be shot, and it will be shot, and you're shooting it right now!"

As her fist broke free, a lot of Crisco came out with it, and Peter's loud groan went up a couple of octaves and then faded to whimpering. He curled up in a fetal position. His hands were close to his come-coated face. He looked like he was going to put a thumb in his mouth, but he didn't.

Anya rushed to the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth that she used to gently clean Peter's face while repeating softly in a soothing voice, "It's over, Peter, it's over, it's over." When she saw he was sleeping, she left the room.

This time he didn't sleep until the next day. He awoke with a start shortly after midnight and looked around. Anya was sitting by the bed gazing at him with concern. He felt nothing but hatred for her after what she had done to him. He felt even more contempt and shame for himself for letting her do it after she had warned him she would degrade and humiliate him. He still couldn't understand why she had done it, but now he didn't care. He needed to get out and make sure he never saw her again.

"The string is back on, Peter," she said.

"What!" he yelled and started to jump up, but then he felt it pulling and sat down on the bed.

"Haven't you done enough yet," he said. "What's left except for you to cut off my balls."

"We're done here, Peter, both of us. The only reason I put the string back on is because I have to tell you a few things, and I was afraid you might leave before I could finish."

"I don't want to listen to your psycho talk ever again," said Peter.

"Yes, Peter, you're telling the truth even more than you realize," she said. "It was psycho talk. But you will need to listen to it for a few more minutes. Do you remember the second time we met at Denny's, when my girlfriends were waiting for me? Do you remember how I that I warned you that if you got involved with me, you would end up like a dog in the dust?

"You decided to ignore my warnings. Now I've delivered what I promised, and it's over. I can see you're angry and bitter. I didn't tell anyone what we've been doing, but I did tell my girlfriends that we had a stormy relationship and I'm breaking up with you. They're helping me move out of this apartment to a place where you'll never see me again. It's for your safety as much as mine, because in your present state of mind, you might do something foolish that you'll later regret.

"I'm sure in a few days you'll be able to think straight again. Then I want you to think about this: The worst thing you could do is ever see me again. I'm almost certain you hate what I did to you as much as you hate me. But I'm taking no chances. You may not believe this, but some of my men -- after I've finished with them -- they've come back to me and asked for more. They tell me that they think about what I did to them while they masturbate or have sex and it gets them off. Sometimes they beg me to degrade them again.

"I would really be disappointed if you turned out to be that kind of man. In case you even think about it, I'll tell you what will happen if you come back to me for more. First, I'll spit in your face. Then I'll tell you that you are pond scum to me, and that up to now, we've dealt only with each other, but if you ever show your face to me again, I will tell my friends all about our relationship and show them the videos I made of what we did. 

"I see you've forgotten about the video cameras. There are some in every room of my apartment, even if you can't see them. I'll never show the videos to anyone, Peter, unless you bother me. Nobody knows what went on between us, except you and me, and it will stay that way."

"What about Carrie and Rip?" he said angrily.

"Yes, the imaginary Carrie and Rip," she said.

"That come inside of me wasn't imaginary," he said.

"No, you're right, Peter, it wasn't," she said. "And I guess that is a good way to end this conversation. You see, Peter, I don't owe you anything. I did what I did for my reasons, and you did what you did for your reasons. You're on your own for the rest of your life. Do you think there was anything positive about what we did? No. I thought not.

"That's fine with me, and I should leave it at that. But I have one more thing to tell you. I'm probably making a big mistake by doing this, but for some reason I need to tell you that you overlooked something. It's not a secret. It was there from the beginning as plain as day. But you're probably anxious to return to your so-called life, so it won't make any difference to you."

"Wait a minute," he said. "That isn't fair. You've found a way to twist the knife in me one more time. If you have any decency at all, you'll tell what you're talking about."

"OK," she said. "Remember Denny's? Just think about Denny's. Now let me take that string off so you can get dressed and go home."

Neither of them said another word, but for some reason, when he was at the bottom of the stairs, he looked up and saw her standing there watching him from her doorway. When she saw him look up, she turned around and went into her apartment and shut the door.

A few months later he was passing her building. He turned around and parked his car and walked to the entrance. There was a new name next to her apartment. He looked up to where he had last seen her and stood there a minute, then turned and left.

His life was different now. For a couple of weeks after their last encounter, he went to work and came straight home. On weekends, he also stayed home. He didn't call anyone, and no one called him. Even after the pain was gone, he still stayed home at night. He felt depressed, but he didn't feel like getting high.

A cute girl at the office broke the pattern. She mentioned that she was inviting some people from the office and other friends over Saturday night, and he was included. He went and had a good time talking with people he had worked with and ignored for years. He drank a few glasses of wine and felt good, but he didn't feel he had to get out of control.

As the weeks went by, he was surprised that he didn't feel like going back to the clubs and seeing his old friends. They never called him, but he didn't care. He was making new friends, the kind of people he used to make fun of. He hooked up with some nice girls and even saw one for a few months until they realized they liked each other but weren't in love.

He did well at work and got promoted. When the BBB came to town to tell him about his new job, he asked Peter about Anya. "That didn't end well," Peter told him and then remembered how highly the BBB had spoken of her. "Probably my fault."

"Probably," said the BBB.

Everything was going well for Peter, but one thing bothered him. It was a little thing that he kept doing. He didn't know why he couldn't stop. Why was he going to Denny's?

It was the Denny's across the street from his office. For some reason, when he had a free moment, he often found himself there. And unless it was taken, he always sat down at the same table where he had sat the first two times he had talked to Anya. He looked through the menu each time he went, but he only ordered coffee. While he was waiting, he looked at the walls of the restaurant, the floors, the booths, the tables, every square inch. He even inspected the john a couple of times.

One Saturday night, he was driving to someone's home, and his route took him right past the club where he had bumped Anya. "Bump rape," he said to himself. But he must have said it louder than he thought, because the girl next to him said, "Bump what?"

"See that club," he said to her, pointing to it. "I was there one night. It was a while ago and I was high on drugs and booze. A beautiful girl was taking a picture with her iPhone, and I bumped it with my iPhone and exchanged contact information with her against her will. She accused me of bump rape and gave me a lot of trouble."

"What a cute story," said the girl next to him. "That's not rape. I wish someone nice would do that to me. It sounds pretty romantic."

Romantic, Peter thought. That's the last word I'd use to describe Anya.

The next day, he began searching for her. Even though her former landlord didn't cooperate and he didn't know any of her friends, or even where she worked, it only took three weeks, thanks to the Internet. He decided he'd better do what he had to do in broad daylight.

One afternoon, when he was able to leave work early, he drove to her new apartment building and parked in a place where he could see both the lot on the side of the building and the entrance. He saw her and one of her beautiful girlfriends walking from the lot toward the door and got out and hurried to them. She turned and saw him just as she was fishing her key out of her purse.

Her angry voice didn't match the strange expression on her face. "So now you're a stalker, Peter," she said. "Cindy, stay here. I have something to say to Peter." She took a step toward him and spat in his face while Cindy screamed.

"You really are even more disgusting than I thought," she said. "If you don't get out of here now, Cindy and all my friends are going to see the videos. And next time I see you, I'll get a restraining order."

"Damn it, Anya, shut up for a second," he yelled back while wiping his face with his sleeve. "I'm not interested in more of your sick games. I'm only here for one reason: Denny's."

"Denny's?" said Anya and Cindy in unison. "What the hell are you talking about?" Anya said.

"I'm talking about the weird thing you said to me," he said. "The last time I saw you, you said, 'Think about Denny's.' You were probably lying as usual, because you knew that would eat me up. I feel like a fool telling you this, but I've been back at that Denny's dozens of times. I'm so stupid, I'll probably go to jail, but I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me about Denny's."

He dropped his head in silent admission that she had victimized him again and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He waited for her to gloat or call him names or tell Cindy what a loser he was. He didn't hear anything, and after a moment, he raised his head to see what was going on, and he stepped back in shock. Tears were streaming down her face and her gorgeous breasts were heaving up and down.

He had never seen her cry before, and for a moment, he wondered if this was another game. If it was, it was her most powerful game ever, he realized, because she was twice as beautiful crying as she was laughing. He shifted from foot to foot and said nothing until she choked back her tears and started talking.

"Oh Peter, you idiot," she said. "You told me just now what I told you at Denny's. Don't you even listen to yourself? Can't you remember when I said the first thing you needed to know was that I lie, that you'll never know whether I'm telling the truth or whether I'm just manipulating you. You silly, stupid idiot. You don't need a blindfold. You are a blindfold. Now get out of here."

She turned around and put the key in the lock and pushed into the building lobby. She was sobbing loudly. Cindy was bending over her purse. When she lifted her head, he saw she was crying, too. She looked back at Anya and then rushed at him, stuck a piece of paper in his hand and rushed back to Anya. He looked at it. It was a phone number.

His mind was reeling as he walked to the car. He drove to the nearest coffee house and ordered a big black one and sat as far from everyone else as he could. He looked into space and went over in his mind every minute that he had ever spent with Anya, whether on the phone or in person. There weren't that many, and he was soon finished. And then, even though he already knew, he went through everything again just to be sure he was really that stupid. When he was done sifting through their lives for the second time, there was one thing that still bothered him, but at that point it didn't matter. He picked up his phone and dialed the number.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 08: Grind



Many thanks to Jenna for first editing and improving this story and to Alex R. for additional editing and suggestions that made it better. 

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Stan Hardman's life wasn't hard.

He did have to work out three or four days a week, but that was only an hour or two of pumping iron; he got plenty of aerobic exercise at work.

Add in his genes and his age -- mid-20s -- and it gave him the body of a Greek god. In addition, he was well endowed. The only thing that maybe wasn't quite perfect was his face. It was handsome in a rugged way, but the forehead was small and there wasn't much to see in his eyes, except when he was in heat, which was every night.

Many of the female customers at the club where Stan stripped enjoyed watching his face as much as his body. They could tell that he wasn't faking, that showing off his body was arousing him as much as he was arousing them. He loved their attention.

As in every job, there were tasks he didn't enjoy, such as making nice with the old broads during showtime, which was the first two hours of each night. He had to do a little acting to pretend that he enjoyed their hands reaching for him, stroking him, pulling him and grabbing him.

While the women, old and young, were focused on his body, he was scanning the room for his prey.

The club where he worked had a small stage for the men to do their routines during showtime and a huge dance floor where they mixed with the women once the show was over. If female strippers were doing what Stan and his fellow male dancers were doing at a club for men, the police would have shut down the place, but there was a double standard working for the women's club. So, there was plenty of fondling, stroking, sucking and full-out sex, as long as it was initiated by the women.

Once the strippers finished their routines for the screaming women, the music got louder and faster and the lights crazier. Most of the women just enjoyed dancing with each other and watching the informal floor show happening all around them. But there were plenty who were there for only one thing: having a stripper get them off.

For most of them, this meant one of the stripper's hands down their panties and the other one working their breasts to the disco music. But satisfaction for some came in other ways, from straight sex to oral sex (both giving and receiving) to anal sex, from being subservient or dominant, to some mild sadism, like spanking a stripper's butt, slapping his penis around, squeezing his testicles and sticking fingers into where he didn't want them.

The strippers knew that some of the nasty attacks came from women whose men mistreated them. They were surrogates for the women to act out things they would never dare to do to their men. The attacker always gave them a big tip, so they put up with the harassment.

Stan endured some of the weird stuff during showtime, when he was performing, because it was hard to avoid, but not during the second part of the evening. Let his colleagues collect extra tips. For him, Part 2, as they called it, was all about him, although few knew his secret.

Stan thought of himself as a hunter bagging his quarry without anyone realizing it. Each night, he picked out a woman that he would have sex with, and during Part 2, his goal was to not only enjoy her but also see how far he could push her and how much he could humiliate her in front of her friends while making everyone else in the club believe they were having fun.

He always had a few backups in case he couldn't bag his number one, but most nights he succeeded with his first choice. When he had started his game, he had looked for vulnerable good looking women, but as time went by, he found that the challenge of bringing down a tougher quarry was more exciting. He especially licked his chops when he found a shy girl who had been dragged there by her friends.

Sometimes the women were drunk and reveled in their degradation as the other women circled around and cheered Stan on. But what Stan liked best is when his prey was an unwilling participant and only he and the woman knew what was really going on.

Choreography was the weapon Stan used to get to these women. Everything he did was to the music, and his face was always smiling. When they resisted at first, he pretended that the two of them were acting out a charade between lovers. She was playing hard to get, and he was trying again and again to get her to yield, with a stroke here, a pull there, an arm around the waist, a gentle bump, a button unbuttoned, a zipper pulled a little bit, her hands slapping at him swallowed up by his huge hands and a big wet kiss on the lips.

He made it all look innocent, and even if the woman began screaming, her friends thought it was because she was enjoying Stan's pantomime, not because he had managed to insert his fingers in her vagina or ass or pull one of her breasts out of her bra.

He almost always managed to get the woman on the floor in the doggy position and usually in several other positions as well. If he could get into her ass, that was his brass ring.

After it was over, she often ran away crying, but when she complained to her girlfriends, they thought she was remorseful for acting like a slut in front of them. After all, hadn't they watched her and Stan do their thing in time to the music? She must have been into it at the time and then ashamed of herself later.

The club management gave Stan a bonus each week because his antics in Part 2 drew big crowds, especially when the videos were posted on the Internet. Sure, they had to take a couple down when there were threats of lawsuits, but most of Stan's victims decided the next day to blame themselves for being drunk rather than get involved with the authorities or lawyers. For Stan Hardman, it was easy to be hard.

Tonight, for instance, he had spotted someone who made his towel rise during his shower room routine. She was sitting with about 10 friends far from the little stage, but one of the rotating spotlights in the ceiling was shining right on her as he turned in her direction. He saw her quickly move out of the light, but not before her classic beauty aroused him.

When the next performer took the stage, Stan strolled by the party for a closer look. She was wearing a formless baggy sweat outfit and trying to hunch herself together and hide behind some friends, but Stan was an expert. Underneath the folds of her outfit, he could tell that she was small and slim with some sexy curves. She also had an exquisite face. This was just the kind of exotic game that he loved to hunt, so she became his goal for Part 2.

He couldn't do much to attract her attention during his last routine, because he spent the entire time escaping the pursuit of a woman who was hunting him. They called her Ugly Linda, and she was a dumpy woman in her 50s who showed up at least twice a week like an animal in heat. He heard that she was a hard-nosed businesswoman during the day, but once she got a few drinks in her, all she wanted to do was suck any man within five feet of her.

She was a good tipper, so most of the dancers gave in to her, and it didn't take long because she was as powerful as an industrial vacuum. Stan never let her near him, because he always wanted to be hard and horny for Part 2. Tonight, for some reason, she was focusing on him, and there was a large audience, which made it harder for him to maneuver away from her. Ugly Linda was pretty fast for an older woman, he thought.

When the spotlight moved to another dancer, Stan slowly danced over to the table where his quarry and her friends were sitting. He had pulled on a pair of elastic band running shorts after his performance but no underwear to interfere with his plans. Everything had to be smooth and in time to the music and quick enough that the quarry didn't realize what was happening until it was too late.

He moved to an area of the floor close to the table as the last few dancers finished their routines. He saw that several women in the group had noticed him and were pointing him out to the others. He saw one of them say something to his quarry, and she looked at him for a second, but then quickly looked away.

He began dancing around their table, and her friends encouraged him. They put their hands on his shiny chest and arms and patted him on the butt. But he ignored them and twisted and turned his body through them until suddenly there was no one between himself and his target.

Her face was down and looking at the floor, but he gently lifted it up, all in rhythm, all in rhythm, and did a special little strut around her. In her face, he thought he saw a look of fear and embarrassment, and it went right to his groin. There was now a protrusion pushing his shorts away from his body.

"Look at his crotch, Mindy, he likes you," he heard one of the friends say. Another one said, "Come on, Mindy, don't be afraid, touch him there." Wow! he thought, they're trying to help me.

Mindy turned her head away from him, but he grasped her hand and pulled her onto the floor, all in rhythm, all in rhythm. All the girls sitting with her got up and followed them onto the floor. They surrounded the couple and began clapping as he danced in a circle around her while she stood there like a statue.

A few of them pulled out their phones and began shooting videos as they yelled encouragement to Mindy. Sometimes they would dance close to her and accidentally on purpose bump her toward Stan. She didn't move.

Stan came up behind her and grabbed her by the waist and began swiveling his pelvis to the music and bumping the protrusion under his shorts against her rear. He heard the girls cheer as they moved closer with their phones.

While bumping her, all in rhythm, all in rhythm, he reached down and notched his thumbs expertly in the waistbands of both her sweats and panties, then quickly made a squat move, pulling both thumbs down quickly. Just the top of her ass was exposed. It was as round and perfect as he thought it would be, and he heard a cheer from her friends, who were dancing almost on top of him and his quarry and leaning over to see what he was doing.

She tried to push at his hands, but they didn't give, so she grabbed both waist bands and pulled up frantically.

He smiled and turned his head so that all of those around them saw he was just playing, just having fun, all in rhythm, all in rhythm. He let go of her pants and she yanked them back up, but while she was doing that, his hands quickly moved around her and dug under her top, lifting it up until he could feel her bra, then pulling her bra up so her breasts were released. Then he grabbed her top and pulled straight up to show two large breasts bouncing wildly below her bra whenever he bumped into her rear, all in rhythm, all in rhythm. This time the cheer that went up was so loud that for a second it drowned out the music.

His antics had now drawn a crowd, besides her friends. The women moved their heads this way and that to catch a glimpse. Her friends kept dancing around them and pushing and bumping Mindy and him together. He was so horny he could barely stand it.

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them and jiggled them up and down, all in rhythm, all in rhythm. How could such a small girl have such large breasts? he thought, but he knew the answer: surgery. Her breasts didn't feel artificial, but he knew that didn't mean anything because plastic surgery could now attach breasts onto any woman that would wobble and flop like the real thing.

Usually, the women who spent the money were eager to let it all hang out and show off their investment. Why was Mindy hiding her enhancements under baggy clothing? He couldn't figure it out. Could it be she really was one of those natural wonders? While he was thinking these thoughts, Mindy was prying at his hands on her breasts in vain.

He smiled and looked around at her friends. He saw some of them tossing around a strange looking rubber ball. The small red ball wasn't completely round because there was a tapered nozzle coming out of it. The ball went this way and that, with the tapered part flipping in all directions. The girls were laughing at the ball and whispering into each others' ears. One of them put it behind Mindy's head, a few inches from his face, and with her finger she pulled the ball's protrusion back and let it go. It wiggled back and forth for a second. Then the ball disappeared from his sight.

Mindy finally gave up trying to pull his hands away from her breasts, but she surprised him by quickly spinning around and moving away from him at the same time, so his hands were grasping thin air.

Before he could go after her, one of her friends jumped in front of him, pushed her mouth on top of his and stuck her tongue halfway down his throat. He was only interested in Mindy and tried to pull away from her friend, but Mindy's friend clasped her hands around his ears and pulled his head closer to her. Then, all was silence.

The music suddenly stopped, and there was no sound at all. Stan felt the tongue in his mouth, and he felt a hand playing with his balls and looked down to see that another of Mindy's friends was between his legs.

Then he felt some hands behind him pull down his shorts and push some fingers between his butt cheeks. The fingers rubbed some greasy stuff there and then pushed some of the stuff inside him, pushing, pushing, deep, deep, all in rhythm, all in rhythm. Then the fingers were gone.

Stan quickly pulled his shorts back up and stopped dancing. Something was wrong, and he needed to figure out what to do. Then he heard the voice.

"Hi Stan," it said. It was a soft feminine voice. "You need to look down right now. We've pulled your shorts up high to get to your package. Thanks for not wearing any underwear. Look down there. One of my friends just tied a slip knot, like you use for a Yo-Yo, around your balls, and I've got the string in my hand. It's a thin string, but it's strong. Do you see how I'm slowly pulling your balls out of your shorts? Is it starting to hurt? If you don't do what I say, I'm going to keep pulling your balls until I rip them off your body. Did you know that once balls are separated from a man's body, they don't last long. If you want to go on enjoying sex as a man, you need to do exactly as I say.

"First, you need to start dancing again, and I don't want you to stop until I tell you to. Good. That's it. See, I'm letting the string hang loose. If I need to remind you of something, I'll give it a little tug, like this. While you're dancing, I want you to keep on smiling no matter what happens, just like the night you forced yourself on me.

"Look around my friend, Jeri, who's kissing you so hard. I'm over here to the right. Do you recognize me from four months ago? I'm Gloria. Maybe you don't because my hair is a different color and much shorter and I've changed my makeup. I'm one of your victims. When I told my friends what you had done, they didn't believe me. But I made them come back by themselves a few times, and I described exactly how you were able to do it without anyone knowing. They watched you in action, and they talked to some of your other victims after you had finished with them.

"That's it, keep dancing to the music while Jeri is kissing you. She's the one who stuck the noise-canceling headphone buds into your ears while she was holding your head. I'm speaking into a tiny microphone that is broadcasting to your ears.

"Let her slowly push you backwards while holding onto your head as you're dancing in time to the music. No, that's right, you don't hear the music anymore, so you need to watch her and everyone else and dance along with them.

"To keep from falling over backward, you need to spread your legs and squat down a little. That's it. Spread your legs wider. You're listening well. Bravo! That was a big jump. Too bad everyone couldn't see it, but at least my friends surrounding you enjoyed it. It looks like you really reacted to that red rubber bulb syringe being pushed into your asshole. That's why I greased you up a few minutes ago.

"Another good jump. You're doing great. The bulb is full of lubricating oil. Steady! That's it. We're pulling the nozzle out. Your insides now have a lot of oil in them, along with a chemical used for enemas.

"In a few minutes, the stuff inside you is going to cause the muscles around your asshole to start spasming. Your ass will begin opening and shutting.

"OK, I'm going to stop talking, because I want you to focus on dancing. We've pulled your shorts back up, and Mindy is back in front of you. I want you to bump her face to face."

Her friends pushed Mindy back into his arms, and he saw the same frightened look on her face as he grabbed her waist and started bump, bump, bumping in the same rhythm as the friends who were dancing around them. Watching them, he didn't have trouble keeping to the beat, even though all he heard in his ears was a faint hum.

What's going on? he thought to himself. This woman in my ear is one weird bitch. Wow! What was that?

It was a hard bump, harder than he expected. He realized Mindy must have bumped back at him, maybe by accident. Then there was another bump, this one coming at the same time he was bumping her and making the collision twice as strong. He felt the liquid inside him slosh around. Now each of his bumps was being met by Mindy.

He looked at her, and he was shocked. The timid, frightened look was gone, and now he was scared. Because the expression on her face was now a mix of lust and contempt. And there was something else that couldn't put his finger on.

He started feeling uncomfortable. He body needed to let out the oil inside him, but it would be a disaster if he did it on the dance floor. He grimaced as he concentrated on keeping his ass from opening.

As his face twisted in concentration, he got a large bump from Mindy, and then she spun around quickly and escaped his hands. This time her spin brought her around him until she was behind him. Now, she grabbed him by the waist and was bumping him from behind, just like he had been doing to her earlier.

He tried to avoid her bumps because they were making his need to expel the oil more urgent, but she held tight and kept bumping. "Look up at the big screen in front of you," said the woman's voice in his ear.

Stan looked and saw that the house video man was right behind him and projecting Mindy's bumping dance with him in 90 inches of high definition. He saw her face and the look that worried him, the look that he was trying to figure out. He could see from her leering expression that she was aroused, but there was something else. What was it?

At the same time as he watched it happening on the screen, he felt one of Gloria's friends pulling his shorts down to his ankles as Mindy kept bumping to the music. As he danced, they got one leg and then the other free, and then the shorts were taken away. Then he saw two of her friends get on either side of Mindy and grab her sweatpants and begin to slowly pull them down. That's when he suddenly understood why her facial expression was so frightening.

It was because the expression wasn't that of a woman in heat. It was of a man in heat. On the flat screen every woman's jaw dropped as Mindy's pants were pulled off and they saw a massive penis spring out and start bumping Stan's cheeks, all in rhythm.

He tried to move away, but Mindy's hands held him tight at the waist as she kept bumping her telephone pole at him. The big screen made it look gigantic. It was poking him in the butt cheeks, all in rhythm. As he danced, he began moving his ass around, trying to avoid the pole, but suddenly he seemed to lose control of his muscles. He realized it was the stuff inside of him that was making him freeze for a moment and, despite his concentration, making his anal muscles spasm, opening him up a second and squirting some of the lube out.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 08: Grind



It must have been what Mindy was waiting for, because the moment he stopped moving, she/he took aim and pushed right into the center of his winking hole. She had five inches inside before he had time to react, and as he tried to pull away, she bumped him, pushing a few more inches in. He stopped pulling away, but she just pulled back out and bumped him again, this time going in even deeper. She kept bumping, all in rhythm, all in rhythm, until she was buried to the hilt. Then she began gradually pulling out while continuing to bump.

When she was all the way out, she plunged back in so hard that when she hit bottom she lifted him in the air. Her friends had moved away from them so the entire disco audience, which had stopped dancing and was now watching them, could see everything. Those not close to them saw it magnified larger than life on the screen.

After Stan fell back onto the pole from his space launch, Mindy suddenly stopped and motioned to someone in the crowd. Oh no, it was Ugly Linda. She eagerly rushed forward, got on her knees in front of Stan and sucked him greedily into her mouth. As she sucked, she started bobbing her head up and down on him. The pain of Mindy's huge pole invading him had made Stan wilt, but Ugly Linda's talents got him aroused in a minute. When he was at full mast, some of Mindy's friends pulled the frustrated Linda away.

"Start whacking yourself," said the voice in his ear as Mindy began slowly pulling all the way out and then slamming back into him. She gradually picked up speed and was soon pulling out as fast as she was slamming in, making him feel like she was ripping the insides out of his body.

"Start whacking yourself," the voice said again, but Stan ignored her because the pain of Mindy raping him was overwhelming. Then he felt his testicles being pulled by the string, and he quickly began to pump his tool. But it was limp again and didn't respond. Ugly Linda was called back for another treatment, and soon he was hard once more. 

When Linda was pulled away, the voice in his ear told him to start pumping again. He felt Mindy getting to work behind him again. Now she was bumping him across the floor, pulling out of him as he moved forward and then smashing back into him sending him flying forward again. He felt horrific stabs of pain and his insides burning like fire, but he kept pumping his penis.

Then, he began to feel that familiar feeling of Stan Hardman getting ready to come. Usually along with this feeling was a feeling of exultation and total satisfaction, but this time there was only pain. How could he be coming? he thought, and a second later he was spouting across the room as Mindy kept slamming her giant pole into him. Then he felt Mindy explode into his ass, washing it so hard with her power hose that some of her come squeezed around her penis and out his ass.

He felt fingers in his ears and then suddenly he heard applause and cheering. The deejay must have turned the music off. Mindy just stood there, locked to him and smiling at the cheering audience. Stan saw the club's owner walking toward them. When he got to them, he whispered in Stan's ear.

"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Stan, but the women just ate it up." he said. "You're getting a bonus tonight."

Finally, Stan felt Mindy getting softer inside him, and then she pulled out, pulled up her sweats and walked away. Some of her friends gathered around him and walked toward the bathrooms, pushing him along with them. Gloria leaned over and spoke in his ear. "Mindy hosed your insides thoroughly, and I don't think you want to spasm come all over the floor, so I think you need the bathroom. After you finish, we'll talk."

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The talk was in the largest booth of a nearby Denny's, with 10 women, a she-male and Stan all squeezed into it listening to a monologue by the woman who had spoken into his ear.

"Stan, you put on a great show at the club tonight," said Gloria, "but the show I enjoyed most was watching you walk the two blocks to Denny's. I think you have a good idea of how I felt when you were finished with me.

"Your show at the club deserves a bigger audience, so we're posting our videos of you on the Internet. We got you from lots of angles, and one of my crazier friends even crawled underneath you with her camera and light and got all greasy while shooting Mindy's tool reaming your insides. That will be classic, but I don't think it will top the look on your face as you realized Mindy was not your victim but you were hers. We're going to use a split screen for that part.

"After we finish editing everything together, I predict this will get millions of clicks every day from around the world for a long time. You are going to be famous." She stopped to acknowledge the whistles, screams and clapping of her friends and then continued.

"When we planned this evening and the years ahead for you, several of the girls wanted to do terrible things to your body to prevent you from ever having sex again. But in the end, we decided that you should continue to be the same sex-obsessed bully that you are.

"And despite everyone else voting against me, I'm even giving you a choice that would let you off easy. So, Option 1 is you quit your job at the club and find something else to do. You can go anywhere and do anything you want, and we'll never bother you again. Of course, wherever you are, sooner or later, you're going to run into people who've seen your performance on the Web, but you'll figure out a way to deal with that.

"My friends found out that you have no money saved, and you've been too busy taking advantage of defenseless women at the club to think about studying anything or learning a trade. So they think you'll probably end up with Option 2, because it means you can continue working as a stripper.

"You can go right back to work at the club tomorrow, but from now on, you're going to be even more popular during showtime. You are going to seek out the ladies who are most in need of attention. They may be obese, or disfigured, or old and saggy, or covered in warts, or hairy, or just repulsively ugly.

"We've already recruited a lot of them to join us at the club each night starting tomorrow. You'll cooperate because if you don't, your boss is going to start getting a lot of complaints about you and threats to boycott the club until you're fired. You'll be broke and on the street pretty fast.

"I'm sure you won't take that chance, so you'll cooperate. At first, a few of us will be there every night to make sure you make the right selections. As we see which women repel you the most, we'll steer you to them. The videos of you having sex with them will go up on the Internet, and soon similar looking women from all over the country will find out where the videos were shot -- even women outside the country. There will be pilgrimages here from all over the world by women who want the Stan Hardman Experience, and soon there will be dozens of scary selections for you each night. We're sure that eventually the club will be packed with these ladies, and the good looking women will move on to another club.

"It will be a financial bonanza for your boss, because these ladies know how to drink, and profits will go up. I'm sure he'll boost your pay, and you'll find they also tip well.

"Don't worry about getting aroused enough for sex with these women, because Ugly Linda and her friends will suck you up so at least your penis is ready for each encounter. Wait until you see some of the old hags we found who have no teeth. They use their gums, and they can suck like you wouldn't believe. It's great fun watching a video of a toothless old witch getting a handsome young stud like you all hard.

"Once you've taken care of two or three special ladies during showtime and come inside each one, you'll be ready for Part 2, where we've planned a little role reversal. Instead of being the hunter in Part 2, from now on, you're going to be the hunted, like you were tonight.

"You've already met some women at the club who are there to work out their anger at men. We're going to show them how to manage their anger with your cooperation. And don't forget those who just enjoy dominating and humiliating men and those who are just plain sadistic. All of them will be after you in Part 2.

"The girls at this table have been scouting out women like these at a few clubs in town and spreading the word about you. The ones with more experience will demonstrate for the newcomers. We already have volunteers who will pull you around by the penis and by the balls, some in front and others who pull them back between your legs so you can dance backwards. There will be lots of touching, grabbing, slapping, spanking, squeezing, twisting and inserting while they dance with you in Part 2.

"We're also going to bring over the women you filled up during Part 1 and have you clean your come out of them with your tongue, either with you between their legs or with them sitting on you. We know you like anal, and when we find a woman with a specially disgusting ass, really hairy and sweaty, there will be women who help her get you to finish in her asshole during showtime, so you can clean out her colon with your tongue during Part 2.

"Speaking of cleaning out, you'll want to be sure to clean yourself out before coming to work, because there will be girls who love to stick their fingers between your cheeks while they dance behind you and even in front of you during Part 2. They're going to go for as many fingers as they can, and we're going to teach them how to gradually open you up so you can perform the puppet dance.

"You're the puppet, and the puppeteer will be a woman behind you who has her hand and arm pushed up your ass almost to the elbow. While she sits on the chair, you'll dance in front of her as she moves you around with her arm inside you.

"Once that video and some of the others from Part 2 start going up on the Internet, women with every kind of bizarre fetish and fantasy will realize how happy you are to make their dreams come true at the club. It will be exciting to see what other imaginative things they will think up for you to do.

"Here's a last bit of advice. You're going to be making big bucks from now on. The tips will be huge, and when your boss sees how many customers you attract, your pay will go way up. I suggest you bank all the money you can to save enough to pay for trade school and then get out of town and switch to Option 1.

"Wherever you go, you'll make friends because most of the women and some of men will recognize you. Of course, the women will expect you to let them do some of the things they've seen in the videos. Women who want a strong, dominant man won't be that excited about getting intimate with you. I'm sure you can understand why.

"My friends think all of your brains are in your pants, and you will squander all the money you make, but don't worry, you'll never starve. When you get older and less athletic and start to sag like some of the customers you'll soon be having sex with, you can apply for a job at a club across town where they put on gay fisting and gangbang shows.

"That's all I've got to say, Stan. We need to get you home, so you can soak in your tub. You should try to relax and get a lot of rest tonight, because your new life begins tomorrow."



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 09: Pleasure Island



Many thanks to sweet_mahogany for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.



"Your turn, Ms. Bardell."

"But Mr. Arbuthnot, I can't this Friday. I'm taking my boyfriend on a surprise weekend in Scotland for his birthday. We have to leave right after work to drive to the castle in time to check in and be at the restaurant in time for dinner. Please, Mr. Arbuthnot, can't I do it next Friday?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bardell, but everyone in quality control knows that part of the job involves having to work late occasionally on a Friday night. You don't have to do it often, but you know you can't make plans for that night."

Ms. Bardell tried for a few more minutes to get Mr. Arbuthnot to choose someone else that week, but she knew it was in vain. Finally, she slammed down her phone, then picked it up to make calls to the hotel and restaurant to rearrange the weekend schedule. Then she called her boyfriend to tell him his birthday surprise had to be postponed to Saturday morning.

While she was doing this, she happened to look in the direction of Mr. Arbuthnot's desk and saw him smiling at her. She returned his look with a glare of pure hatred before she realized this was only making him happier.

All sixteen women in quality control hated their boss with good reason. But they also put up with him for good reason. What bothered them the most about the late Friday night sessions was not the sex, but not knowing when they would be chosen. If there were a schedule so they could make plans, it would have been more bearable. They were sure that Mr. Arbuthnot got part of his jollies in surprising them on Friday afternoons, especially if they had made other plans.

Sometimes, they were able to fake him out. The women would get together on Monday, and a couple who had no plans would volunteer for the Friday assignment. The rest of the week, everyone would try to make sure Mr. Arbuthnot heard about the theater or the party the two women were "attending" Friday night. Sure enough, one of them was always chosen.

Ms. Bardell had tried her best to keep her getaway a secret, but either Mr. Arubuthnot found out, or else she was just unlucky.

The late work on Friday nights took place in Mr. Arbuthnot's office. It was just off the floor and wasn't particularly large. Since it was in the center of the factory, there were no outside windows, just two windows looking out to where the women worked. His office windows had blinds on them, which were always closed on Friday afternoon when the women were leaving.

Inside the office, there was a small desk, a couple of chairs and a large couch that was uncomfortable to sit on, because it was so wide. That's where most of the Friday evening action took place.

Mr. Arbuthnot was in his 40s, and had been married to Mrs. Arbuthnot for sixteen years. They had two children and what seemed to be a happy marriage. The only thing missing for Mr. Arbuthnot was kinky sex. Before they were married, Mrs. Arbuthnot humored his quirks and fetishes, but once the honeymoon was over she grew tired of his ideas and refused to cooperate any longer. She told him they disgusted and demeaned her.

Mr. Arbuthnot had accepted this for 10 years. It was actually Ms. Quickly who showed him a different option. She desperately needed an advance to purchase furniture for the new flat she was moving into with her fiancé. She knew Mr. Arbuthnot could arrange it, but he felt it would set a bad precedent.

But Ms. Quickly, who was 25 at the time, wouldn't give up. She was pretty and had a knockout body with big, real breasts and a hot bum. She decided to use her assets in her quest, and she began wearing revealing clothes to work and going into Mr. Arbuthnot's office whenever she could to talk to him about something that wasn't important, always ending by bringing up the advance she wanted. Each time she made sure to lean over his desk so that her breasts would almost fall out of the low-cut top she was wearing; or she would bend over so that he could get a good look at the line of her bikini panties showing through her tight skirt.

She was in his office one day to ask him again for the advance when she said, "Isn't there anything I can do to make you change your mind?" She was leaning over his desk again to give him a show. She waited for an answer, but there was none. When she raised up and looked at him, she saw a strange look in his eyes. He still didn't say anything. She smiled broadly at him and turned to flounce out of his office.

From that look in his eyes, she knew she had found a way to get her furniture, but she stayed away from his office for a week while she decided whether she wanted to use it. The second she decided she would, she went into his office and said, "Mr. Arbuthnot, I don't mean to exasperate you, but I really need that advance. There's a big furniture sale this weekend, and I'm desperate. I know a big order just came in, and sometimes you have to stay late on Friday to finish everything because you're not in the union. I'd be willing to work with you in secret late Friday night if you wanted me to." She looked down at the couch and up at him and smiled.

Then he surprised her. "I've been thinking, Ms. Quickly," he said. "I was also thinking about Friday nights."

Friday nights? She thought. All she had in mind was a quick round on this Friday.

"What have you come up with?" she asked.

"I've printed it out for you to look over," he said. "Let's meet tomorrow morning to discuss it." He handed her a sheet of paper.

She looked at it and saw it was a numbered laundry list, with a box to check next to each item. Then she gasped. Each item was an unusual sexual practice. The tamest of them was "Suck me off and swallow my come." The list included all kinds of ugly and demeaning variations of vaginal, anal and oral sex.

Her face went white, and she quickly folded the piece of paper as small as she could and hid it in the palm of her hand. She looked up to find he was looking at her discomfort with a big smile. The bastard, she thought. He doesn't expect me to do any of this. He's getting off just watching my reaction. She tried to sound calm.

"Thanks," she said, but she couldn't keep her voice from cracking. She got up and quickly left his office.

That night, she told her fiancé that she had some shopping to do, but instead, she went to a nearby coffee house, ordered a caramel machiatto and sat in a corner looking at the disgusting list and thinking. She couldn't decide what to do, but she must have decided in her sleep, because the next morning, the moment she opened her eyes, she knew what she had to do.

When she walked into Mr. Arbuthnot's office later, she closed the door behind her and sat down, this time on a chair. "I've looked over what needs to be done," she said. "It's a lot of work, so I'm expecting a bonus, as well as the advance. How many Fridays do you think it will take?"

He obviously wasn't expecting that answer, because he looked startled and had to think a moment. "I don't expect it to take more than four Fridays," he finally said, "and I think I can show my appreciation with a small bonus." Now he was leering at her. She shuddered.

"Then it's settled," she said, "I'll plan to stay a few hours late for the next few weeks. Thanks so much for your consideration, Mr. Arbuthnot."

The next four Friday nights were hell for Ms. Quickly. Not only was she disgusted by all the painful and degrading things she had agreed to do, but she had trouble falling asleep those nights thinking strange thoughts. Was she a prostitute? Could she make more money on the open market providing such demeaning services? Would her fiancé ever find out? If he did, what would he think? Was all this filth worth the lousy furniture? 

When her fiancé asked her about her troubled sleep, she said that she was just overtired from working the extra hours.

The only good thing was that Mr. Arbuthnot was an extremely grateful pervert. He took everything she gave him with appreciation. He never talked dirty and, in fact, hardly talked at all. He just energetically humiliated her in silence and said "Thank you" when it was over.

On the fourth Friday, after she checked off the last item on the list and they were both getting dressed, he did speak up. "Ms. Quickly," he said, "I can't tell you how helpful you've been by working late the last few Friday nights. If there's anything I can do for you in the future, don't hesitate to ask. For someone who goes the extra mile like you, I'm also willing to go the extra mile."

She looked at him. His face was full of hope. "Thanks so much, Mr. Arbuthnot," she said. "Thanks to you, I think I've managed to take care of what I need at home, and we're going to be very busy. So I don't think I'll be able to do this anymore."

His emotion changed to one of disappointment, but he didn't say another word. Boy, she thought, I bet I could really take him for a lot more if I agreed to continue.

A few weeks later, Ms. Gayley came up to her one day in the break room when they were alone and whispered into her ear, "What were you dong in Mr. Arbuthnot's office on Friday night a while back?" she asked. "I came back to get something I had forgotten at my desk and saw you walk in and then the blinds went down. I waited about 20 minutes, and you were still in there. The next week, you did the same thing. I've been watching every week since, and you never did it again. I'm dying of curiosity."

Ms. Gayley saw right away that Ms. Quickly was agitated. "Don't say anything now," she said. "But let's have dinner tomorrow night. You look like you need a friend to talk to."

At dinner, Ms. Quickly tried to hold back, but Ms. Gayley knew how to get people to spill the beans, and soon she was sharing all the details. Ms. Gayley pretended to be shocked, but Ms. Quickly quickly saw that it was only a cover-up for being titillated. Ms. Gayley asked a lot of questions about the financial arrangements.

"You could get a lot of money out of our company if you wanted to," said Ms. Gayley when Ms. Quickly finished.

"Believe me, I thought of that," Ms. Quickly said. "And I wouldn't care all that much about what happened to Mr. Arbuthnot, the creep. But I know that all the money wouldn't be worth it, because everything would come out, and I'd be a big loser too, in a lot of ways."

"I see what you mean," said Ms. Gayley. "And after all, even though it was illegal on his part, the two of you did make a deal, and you both got what you wanted. I wonder if I could do what you did if the money were right."

"You mean, hire out as a whore?" said Ms. Quickly.

"Of course not," said Ms. Gayley. "I mean with Mr. Arbuthnot. You did tell me he wanted to keep those arrangements, didn't you?"

"Yes, I'm sure the sick asshole would have come up with another proposition if I had been open to it."

Soon after that dinner, every one of Ms. Quickly's fifteen co-workers knew all the details. Ms. Quickly could tell by the way they looked at her, but none of them brought up the subject until three weeks later, when Ms. Gayley found Ms. Quickly alone in the break room again and whispered into her ear.

"We're all having dinner tonight at my house, and you need to be there," she said.

Ms. Quickly didn't say anything and went back to her work station, but she called her fiancé and said she was getting together with some co-workers and would be home late. Driving over to Ms. Gayley's house, she wondered what was going to happen. Would they call her a slut and disparage her? Would they push to have her sue the company? Was she going to have to put on a show for them by repeating all the sordid details again? She supposed she would have to go along in order to keep them from telling anyone, although she wondered whether some of them had already spread the word.

They were all there in Ms. Gayley's living room passing around sandwiches when she arrived. "Oh I'm so glad you could make it," Ms. Gayley said when she saw her. "Now we can get started."

She stood up in the middle of the room and said, "Ladies, let me tell this my way without interruptions, and then you can each have a turn to speak if you want to."

Then she turned to Ms. Quickly, who was biting into her sandwich, and addressed her.

"Ms. Quickly," she said. "You know how I am with gossip. I'm sorry, but everyone in this room knows about you and Mr. Arbuthnot -- everything, including his laundry list of horrors. But you'll probably be surprised to know that we haven't told anyone else, because while we were discussing you, the whole thing took a strange turn.

"I'm not going to waste time right now going into who said what, but here's the bottom line: While all of us are disgusted with what you did, each of us is interested in doing the same thing, if it's financially worthwhile."

"What we thought was if it works, both Mr. Arbuthnot and all of us would be very careful that nobody finds out. We would be doing him a service, so to speak, and we would be compensated for our efforts. Believe it or not, everyone in this room is willing to do the same things you did depending on what he would be willing to do for us."

"To me, it's like our union negotiations. We have an initial offer, and if he doesn't accept it, we'll listen to his counteroffer. I think both sides will be motivated to reach an agreement without any acrimony."

"We want you to be our bargaining agent and deal with him on our behalf. You seem to have done pretty well for yourself with him, so we're confident that you can do the job. What do you say?"

Of all the reasons why she had been asked to come to the "dinner," this was one Ms. Quickly had never imagined. She sat there in stunned silence as Ms. Gayley said, "OK, ladies. Does anyone have anything to add?"

Nobody spoke up, and Ms. Gayley turned to Ms. Quickly again. "Can you think of any problems with our idea?" she said.

"I'm flabbergasted," said Ms. Quickly. "Are all of you really into this kind of thing? Do you realize how it's going to mess with your mind? I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror after our sessions."

"We've been talking about just that," said Ms. Gayley. "Not one of us is actually looking forward to the filth and degradation. Some of us have a hard time talking about it, and one woman even had to run to the bathroom and throw up during one of our meetings.

"What makes us think we can handle it is that with 16 of us, that means each of us would only have to have three Fridays a year, because Mr. Arbuthnot gets four weeks of vacation. Even if you decide not to join us, each of us will have to do it only four times every year."

"Well, you've thought of everything," said Ms. Quickly. "I don't know if I'm going to join you. It depends on what Mr. Arbuthnot says when I talk to him. Oops. I guess that means I have joined you."

It took five bargaining sessions over the course of two weeks to reach an agreement. Anyone wandering into the department during those weeks might have wondered what was going on. The women were all at their stations working, but each one would sneak an occasional peek into Mr. Arbuthnot's office when Ms. Quickly sat facing him during their discussions. Sometimes Mr. Arbuthnot would look up and see one of the women looking at him, and he would frown. But each woman returned his frown with as leering, lascivious, and as seductive a smile as she could manage, after practicing with the others in the ladies room. 

Arbuthnot explained that the productivity would have to increase a little and for sure couldn't drop, or there would be trouble from above. Eventually he figured out a combination of bonuses and benefits that fit into his budget, even though it meant sharing a little of his annual bonus. He knew other managers also did that, and it made him wonder if they also had special perks.

Then it began. Every Friday afternoon, it was "Your turn, Ms. Gayley," or "Your turn, Ms. Bardell," or "Your turn, Mrs. Randolph." They tried to get him on a schedule, but he relished the spontaneity. As long as it wasn't more than three times a year, he could choose whomever he felt like that day. They couldn't prepare for their ordeal psychologically, and though each of them tried to follow his orders mechanically, they usually failed, and it seemed that the more humiliated they felt, the more he enjoyed himself. So they hated him, even though it was their idea.

When someone moved on to another job or retired, the entire group participated in the job interview process. For him, they were looking for someone cute, young and slim, with prominent natural breasts and a sexy bum. For them, they were looking for a woman who really needed money and would be willing to go far beyond the normal work routine to get it.

They were careful, and everything seemed to be working smoothly.



"Your turn, Ms. Siegler."

"All right, I'll be there."

Ms. Siegler's cheery response didn't cheer up Mr. Arbuthnot. He was hoping he'd picked a reluctant candidate for this evening, someone who would scream and cry a little and not submit like a good sport. But the whole week, as he watched his employees, they all seemed to be smiling and laughing and having a good time. Several times he heard them whispering about an exciting weekend. They were evidently all going somewhere together. They didn't say where, but it was someplace where they had bullfights.

That wasn't the reason he was in a bad mood. It was because he was also going on a weekend trip with his wife, to Pleasure Island Resort. The resort was on a small isle off the coast of Spain called Ferro that was mostly nature preserve. But his wife said she had heard about the resort and insisted they go there.

"Why?" he had asked, and he wasn't pleased with her answer. The resort was one of those retreats for married couples that guaranteed it would make a good marriage great and a troubled marriage good.

"We don't need that," he had told his wife.

"Are you saying we have a perfect marriage that can't be improved?" was her answer. She had told him she knew a couple of women who said their alley cat husbands turned into pussycats after they went to Pleasure Island.

"Is that what you want, a pussycat?" he said.

"I don't know," she had said, with a smile and twinkle in her eye. "Are you an alley cat?"

He finally gave up and agreed. He looked at the island on the Internet, but there wasn't anything about the resort. He asked his wife why, and she told him it was very private resort and you could only get in by referral.

Why was it called Pleasure Island? He had asked her. She said she didn't know for sure, but maybe it was because the sessions at the resort were pleasurable. Or maybe it was named after the island in "Pinocchio." He stopped asking her questions and resigned himself to a miserable weekend.

The weekend started off with a shock at the airport. Sitting in a group by the gate where the charter flight to Ferro was taking off was his entire department. They waved at him and his wife. So the weekend they were so excited about was in the same place as he was going.

"Did you know about this?" he asked his wife, but she only smiled at him.

He looked around and saw that everyone else at the gate were couples. "I thought this was for married people," he said. "I don't see any of my employees with a spouse or boyfriend."

"It is unusual," she said. He felt uneasy. This was too much of a coincidence. It must have been planned. But why would his wife plan something with his employees? And if they were throwing him some kind of surprise, why at Pleasure Island, of all places?

They sat in business class, and the employees were in coach, so they didn't see them for the entire flight. When they arrived in the early afternoon, they saw the women at baggage collection. A couple of them came up to him all giggly and said, "I hope we see you at the bullfights, Mr. Arbuthnot," but then they all disappeared. 




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 09: Pleasure Island



They had checked in and been in their room only a few minutes, when his wife said, "Time to go."

"Time to go where?" he asked.

"The first session starts in fifteen minutes," she said. "Don't worry. They're serving lunch and dinner, and I understand the food here is really good."

They went to a large meeting room and sat down at long tables. At each seat, there was a pad of paper and pencil. It looked like one of his work retreats. Waitresses took their orders and brought lunch. It was good, and his mood improved slightly.

Then a man dressed nicely in expensive resort clothes appeared on the stage and went to the microphone at the lectern.

"Welcome, everyone, to Pleasure Island. When you fly home from here tomorrow night, we hope that it will be the beginning of a stronger marriage for all of you. We think a strong marriage can bring years of pleasure to a couple, way beyond the pleasure of cheating.

"But I have to warn you, while this weekend will bring some of you together, for others it will be the final chapter. Some of you will see that your commitment isn't strong enough to stay with the person you came with. For you, we hope that moving on will help you find the special person you were meant to be with for a lifetime of pleasure.

"So you see, it's all about pleasure, but pleasure in the future. This weekend is going to be about pain and hurt. There are a lot of broken couples sitting in this room, and they can't just be glued back together. It's going to take some hammers and nails, and lots of crying. So let's get started."

"Those of you who don't know what is going to happen are the husbands in the room. We asked your wives to keep it a secret from you and to just get you here whatever way they could so that we could work on you for them.

"We've done a lot of investigative work before you arrived, and we know your marriage so well that in some cases we probably know more about each husband than their wife does and more about the wife than the husband does. Having said that, I have to tell you that this weekend is about the men.

"There are retreats for marriages where the wives have strayed or where both sides are equally at fault. This isn't one of them. Our specialty is bad boys. Every man in this room has deceived his wife multiple times and in ways that have caused her tremendous anguish. She may have lapsed, too, but he is the one who continues to deceive, lie and try to hide his cheating, sometimes right up to this moment.

"This afternoon and this evening, you men have a choice. You can choose total honesty and come up here to the microphone and tell everyone what you've been doing. We want every slimy detail, every disgusting episode. This room is going to get hotter than hell with your pornographic stories. Even the males may get excited until it's their turn.

"Once each of you has finished, Dr. Donovan and I are going to consult, and then we're going to announce your punishment. Think of us as Catholic priests that you're confessing to, except not in private but in front of everybody in this room. We will give you your penance. Your punishment will occur right here in front of everyone.

"Those of you who take their medicine like a men will leave this room after your punishment session with your wife. You'll be rewarded with greater pleasure than you've probably ever known. We've been coaching your wives on how to stimulate you and bring you to amazing orgasms. Some what they will do is going to surprise you, because they are the things you've been going out of your home for. Yes, they've all bought into changing their attitudes toward sex, even kinky sex, so they can improve your love lives. So once you've done your time in hell, you'll be in heaven.

"Not all of you will stand up now and be counted among those who are going to suffer and then be rewarded. Some of you in this room don't have the guts to take the punishment you deserve. But the cowards will still have to stay here and listen and watch until the last man testifies, and then you will go back to your hotel room with your wife to a cold bed. Tomorrow, both of you will go to the bullfights and then depart.

"This may sound easier, but I'm warning you that it will lead to humiliation and debasement many times more disgusting, and possibly even more painful. Maybe you and your wife will still figure out a way to salvage your marriage after that, but it will be more difficult.

"That's all I have to say, men. The rest of the night is up to you. Who's ready to move forward to a life of pleasure?"

The room was silent. Mr. Arbuthnot looked at his wife. She was glaring at him. He realized the jig was up. Somebody had told her, but who, and why? He couldn't understand. He knew the women all hated him and the things he made them do, but they had been doing this for years and never complained. He saw to it they were the best paid quality control department in the United Kingdom and had even better benefits than some of the higher paid departments. Now that his wife knew, she would stop the arrangement, and they would lose all that.

There was silence in the room. He looked around. Other men with the same stunned look as he had were facing women with daggers in their eyes. One of the women began screaming. "Arthur, if you don't go up there right now, I'm going to pack up as soon as we get home and take the children with me back to my parents in Philadelphia," she said. "You are a cheating, lying scumbag, and you could have given me a disease. Our children could have been born blind. Get up on that stage if you know what's good for you."

She went on ragging on her husband who had his head down on the table. Finally, she became silent as he slowly stood up and walked up the steps on the side of the stage.

"Congratulations, Arthur," said the host. "You won't be sorry you stood up. This is the first day of the rest of your life, and it's going to be a life of pleasure once you've paid your dues. Now step up here and tell us what you did."

Arthur mumbled some things, and the host turned into an interviewer. He asked Arthur to repeat, speak more clearly, explain what he meant, and give more details. Every once in a while the questions were almost as disgusting as the answer, and Arthur would hesitate. "Tell him, Arthur," screamed his wife at these moments. Over and over, she screamed "Tell him, Arthur," and she didn't stop until Arthur began talking again.

Gradually, Arthur gave up and began going into such depth that there was a lot of squirming and heavy breathing in the audience. Some seemed disgusted by his stories, others turned on. Many women seemed to have both reactions at the same time. Mr. Arbuthnot thought to himself, this is nothing compared to what I could tell, and everybody thinks this man is subhuman.

Finally, the litany of depravity was finished, and the man was holding onto the sides of the lectern and weeping. His wife was sobbing loudly, too. She had been as mortified by his words as he had.

The host helped the man sit down in an easy chair that had been pulled up to the left side of the podium. There was also a couch on the right side and even though the lights weren't down, there was a spotlight shining on the couch.

"Thank you, Arthur," the host said. "That was a brave confession, and I'm sure you've helped a lot of other men decide to take the first step toward a lifetime of pleasure. Excuse me and Dr. Donovan for a moment."

He went to the back of the stage where a nice looking woman in a business suit was sitting. The audience was buzzing as they leaned their heads together and conferred. After a few minutes, the man reached down and picked up a couple of items from the table next to Dr. Donovan and came to the microphone."

"Arthur," he said, looking at the man sitting slumped in the easy chair staring straight down. "Arthur, I'm going to explain your punishment. Please say hello to Tina and Lina. They are twins. Come sit down here on the couch next to Tina."

Tina and Lina were two Amazons. They were the same height, over 6 feet tall, blond, cute and curvy. They also had muscles. Their legs and arms both showed plenty of strength beneath the flawless skin. They were dressed like aerobics instructors, with skintight shorts and sleeveless tops.

Mr. Arbuthnot noticed that they filled out the uniforms much better than most of the women employees at the resort, like the couple dozen that had served them lunch and were now stationed in groups blocking the exits to the room. All of them were large and powerful and more muscular than he was, but none of them had the curves and looks of Tina and Lina. 

"OK, Arthur," said the host. "Dr. Donovan thinks you need to give your wife thirty-one and one for what you did to her. When I say give them to her, I mean take them for her to make her start feeling better about you. When you've finished here, she's going to come up to the stage and talk to you and then take you to your room. Tomorrow the healing will start, and within a month or so, you will be on your way to a life of amazing pleasure. We've taught your wife to do things for you that will make you so excited that you will never think about straying again.

"But that's tomorrow. Tina, we're ready to begin the thirty."

The lights in the room went down and a second spotlight joined the first in illuminating the couch. Arthur screamed and tried to stand up as hands went for his clothes, but Tina easily pulled him back down. Lina took a step toward her as if she was ready to help, but she wasn't needed.

Though Arthur struggled, Tina seemed to know what to do. In a few seconds, she had his sneakers off. She didn't bother with his white socks but went right to his shorts. Soon they were flying across the stage, followed by his briefs. Then she put her arm around his back and grabbed him in front and slowly began pulling him down across her lap.

He resisted, but she was so strong she didn't even work up a sweat as she slowly pulled him over her lap. Then instead of trying to pull him further, she quickly slid under him on the couch until his rear was centered over her lap. She pushed his head down with one hand while lifting the other high in the air, like a statue, and she waited.

"We want Arthur's wife to do the counting," said the host. Arthur had stopped trying to push his head back up and was hanging down on the other side of her lap. He was still screaming words like "Please," "No" and "Stop," but he was running out of breath.

"One," said Arthur's wife and Tina's hand came down and smacked his rear. His body jumped and he said "Ow!" loudly. It didn't seem that hard of a smack.

"Two, three, four," said his wife. She started slowly but then began increasing the speed. Tina tried to match her pace and also increased the force of her smacks at the same time. "Ow" soon changed to shrieks and panting that grew louder as the speed increased and the smacks became so hard that they sounded like gunshots. When it was over, Arthur was screaming hysterically.

Then all was quiet for a few minutes, except the sound of Arthur sobbing. "That was wonderful, Arthur," said the host. "I'm sure your wife appreciated what you did for her. Now Lina is going to start the second part by pleasuring you."

"You probably aren't in the mood, Arthur, but all the men got a large dose of Viagra in their delicious lunch, so while Tina holds you up, Lina is going to start caressing your penis. There, that didn't take long. You're nice and hard."

"Now Lina is going to pour some alcohol on a piece of cloth and clean your penis and testicles thoroughly with vigorous scrubbing. She's finished, and now she will start to pump you again. She's going to get you really aroused, and we have the microphone in front of your mouth, so we can all hear you getting excited. When we hear, you are on the verge of coming -- like you are right now -- she's going to stop before you have an orgasm. There, your penis is getting a little softer, although the Viagra is keeping it from getting too soft."

"Now it's time for another vigorous scrubbing of your penis and the testicles. Do you notice how they are getting drier and more sensitive? Now Lina is starting to pump you again. You are getting aroused quickly, but I hear an occasional "ow" along with the heavy breathing. She's probably hit a spot on the penis that's a little sore. Don't worry, it won't prevent you from coming.

"Your breathing tells us you're almost there, so Lina is going to stop again. Did I hear you say something? Did you say, 'No?' That's what you should have said to temptation, Arthur. Time for another alcohol scrub. It looks like your testicles and penis are really dry now, and there are some cracks in your skin and even some red spots on your penis where Lina has rubbed you raw. I think we'll only have to do this a couple more times, and you'll be ready to come."

After two more scrubs, Arthur's penis had more red sores than white skin, and when Lina grabbed it, she squeezed it tight as she pumped him faster and faster. Arthur was gasping and screaming louder than when he was spanked. The faces of the men in the room were white as they saw his pain. But even as he screamed, he began panting faster, and finally, with a huge scream, he erupted. Lina directed his stream high in the air, and now the women in the audience screamed and applauded.

Lina let go of his penis, and Tina lay him carefully on the couch, where he pulled his legs to his chest and lay there quietly sobbing. Once again, there was no sound in the room for a few minutes. Then host spoke into his microphone again.

"Wonderful, Arthur," he said. "You're almost done. In a few minutes, you and your wife will be escorted back to your room. But first, there's one thing even more painful than what you've experienced so far. All of us men know what that is. You're lucky that you're only getting one. Some of the men here tonight have earned two and three and maybe even four. All right, Lina, please get him ready."

Lina's strong hands pulled Arthur up until he was sitting facing the audience. He looked terrible, and he never stopped crying. She pulled him forward so he was sitting on the edge of the couch, almost falling off, and then she kneeled in front of him and faced him. It looked like she was getting ready to suck his red, shriveled penis into her mouth, but she didn't touch it.

Instead, she grasped one of his ankles in each hand and stood up and lifted her arms up in the air. His feet flew straight up in the air in her grasp. Now she pushed them back over his head and handed his ankles to Tina, who had moved behind the couch. She pulled them back a little and held them tightly while Lina sat down on a chair and took off her socks and shoes.

"Arthur is ready," said the host, "and everybody can see what's dangling between his legs. Arthur and every man in this room is anticipating what Lina is going to do now, and there's a lot of pain in the anticipation. Let me tell you about Lina."

"In addition to being a personal trainer and grappling champion, Lina is a star soccer player. Her position is striker. Her kick is so strong, that she can score from almost across the center line, and she's deadly accurate."

"She's only going to have one shot at Arthur, so if she misses, he gets a pass. But she never misses. She'll begin about 10 feet away and get a running start to get as much power into her kick as she can. Are you ready, Lina? OK, whenever you're ready."

Lina waited. Arthur tried to look away, but Tina was pulling his legs back around his head so he was locked in a position that faced Lina. She was standing a little to the side, so the audience could clearly see Arthur's penis and testicles that were red and cracked from the alcohol rub.

Arthur closed his eyes and waited, but nothing happened. He heard nervous voices in the audience, and he must have wondered what was going on, because eventually he opened his eyes and looked around. As soon as he did, Lina quickly ran at him and kicked. His scream mixed with some screams in the audience, and then he gasped and sobbed as Lina took his ankles from Tina and slowly lowered them. He crumpled to the floor with his hands around his crotch.

When his gasping slowed, the host said, "Arthur, you're finished here. Your wife is coming up to the stage. Let's all hear it for Arthur. He may have been a disgusting cheater, but he's taken his punishment like a man. And he's not done yet."

"Some of our assistants are going to help him back to his room and lay him on his back on the bed, and then leave. He's still got a lot of Viagra in his system, and usually the wife becomes so aroused by watching her husband's punishment -- I see Arthur's wife nodding her head in agreement – she spends much of the evening riding her husband. Some get even more excited as the friction on their husband's sore penis and testicles causes them to scream with pain while the wives are screaming with pleasure.

"It may be a long night for Arthur, but tomorrow, when the rest of his life begins, it will be much different. His wife has committed to helping him heal as fast as possible and then giving him more pleasure than he's ever experienced, thanks to what we've taught her. So Arthur, you can look forward to a lifetime of happiness, and I'm sure everyone in the audience feels you've earned it." He turned to Arthur's wife, who was sitting on the couch now and looking down at Arthur lying at her feet, and he handed her his microphone.

"Arthur," she said. "I didn't think I could ever forgive you for what you've done to me and the children. But your embarrassment and humiliation while you were telling your story made me think there is something human and decent left inside of you.

"What Tina and Lina did to you tonight did arouse me, and I'm looking forward to our time alone now. I promise I will never hurt your penis or kick your testicles like that. But I was thinking that once you've healed and I've smothered you with pleasure, maybe sometimes, when the kids are away and sleeping over with their grandparents or friends, maybe sometimes you'd let me put you over my lap and... Well, we can discuss that another time. Now I just want to take my man and prepare for a better life with him."

Tina lifted Arthur up, and a couple of large men in shorts appeared. They carried him off the stage as his wife walked behind them.

After Arthur and his wife left the stage, Mr. Arbuthnot turned to his wife. Though the room was air conditioned, he saw she was glowing with sweat, and her face was flush. While he had been fidgeting as Arthur wallowed in degradation and pain, his wife had gotten so excited that it looked as though she had had an orgasm.

Now she looked at him and said, "Are you ready to go up there?"

"I'm not going up there," he told her. "I'll admit everything to you in private. You know I didn't hurt you intentionally. And I'm willing to prove that I want to preserve our marriage. But I can't go up there and take what Arthur took. When he first started talking, I had nothing but contempt for him. But after a while, I began admiring him. He has more guts than I'll ever have."

"I don't think you understand," she said. "If you go up there and debase yourself and accept your punishment, I've promised to forgive you, and I've committed to doing the disgusting things that you were doing with your employees on a regular basis. This is our chance to put our marriage on the right path for the rest of our lives.

"We both know when they hear your story, you'll get the max, maybe 50 or 60 swats and two or three kicks. You're telling me that you aren't willing to accept that for the chance at a lifetime of happiness together?"

"You make it sound simple," he said. "But it's not something logical. I know you're the emotional one, and I'm the logical one. But when it comes to something like this, it's beyond logic. My mind, my body, my feelings, everything that I am tells me that I can't go up there. And nothing you can say will make me volunteer."




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 09: Pleasure Island



"What if I tell you that it will be a lot worse if you don't go up?" she said. "What if I tell you I know some things that you don't know, and I promise you that you would rather go up there now than face these things, that these things are even more humiliating and maybe more painful, that you will regret not taking this chance while you have it."

"Even if my mind is telling me to believe you," he said, "I'm not going up there." He hoped she couldn't tell that he didn't believe her, because he couldn't think of anything worse she could do to him. He hoped she would accept his offer and leave this horrible exhibition. But she didn't.

"Suit yourself," she said. "You're going to be sorry." She turned to the stage again, where another man had started his trembling confession. She didn't say another word until it was nearly midnight and there were only 12 men left. All of them were looking at the others, but none of them was moving. One of the women was screaming at her husband to get on stage, but he was frozen.

Mrs. Arbuthnot turned to her husband. "This looks like your last chance," she said to him, but he didn't respond.

The host said, "Gentlemen, it's been five minutes already. Unless one of you comes forward in one more minute, we're going to have to end the evening. When you're flying home after the bullfight tomorrow, I can almost guarantee you're going to regret not coming up here."

A minute later Mr. Arbuthnot and the other 11 men walked out of the meeting room silently with their wives.

Back in their room, the silence continued as they went to bed. Mr. Arbuthnot was exhausted by the emotions of the evening and fell asleep right away.



He was awakened by a knock on the door. He thought he had put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle last night, but the knocking continued. He opened the door slightly to tell the maid to come back later, and three women pushed in past him.

Before he knew what was happening, one was closing the door, and one had dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his briefs, which was the only thing he was wearing. He felt hands fondling him for a few seconds, and then the woman stood up, and she and the two began moving into him with their bodies, pushing him toward the loveseat. When the four of them arrived at the loveseat together, he was pushed down onto it and one of them squeezed down next to him on either side. Both held onto one of his arms tightly, and when he tried to get up, he found he couldn't move.

He looked up and saw his wife sitting on the bed watching them, and then he looked at the three women.

One of the ones holding him was Tina from last night, dressed in a different uniform, green hospital scrubs. The other two were dressed the same way. He noticed they were more powerfully built than Tina.

The one not holding him raised her hand to his mouth and forced something into it and then wrapped something around his head. He felt a ball in his mouth, and when he tried to speak, all he heard were muffled noises.

The standing woman began talking to him very quickly in a low monotone. He strained to understand what she was saying.

"We don't have much time, Mr. Arbuthnot," she said, "so please listen carefully. The ball gag will be removed once we get to the bullfight, so don't waste any breath now. You will be allowed to talk or yell all you want later.

"If you look down, you'll see that I wrapped a string around your balls and tied it with a slip knot, like a Yo-Yo. This is for your safety. We want to make sure you don't do anything to hurt yourself when we walk down the halls or prepare you in the dressing room. The string is thin but strong. Watch Tina pull on it slowly. See how she's pulling your balls forward between your legs.

"If you don't follow directions, Tina will begin pulling and continue until you are reminded. She doesn't want to hurt you, but she's been given permission by your wife to pull until your balls are ripped from your body. Don't worry. That hasn't happened yet, not even by accident. If such an accident occurs, we have a doctor on staff who will sew you up, although your balls will be traumatized and might be of no further use. Now let's get going. Don't worry about your wife. You'll see her in the dressing room."

The two women sitting next to him got up. He felt a tug at his balls and jumped up. As they began walking to the door, the string around his balls tightened, and he hurried to follow them. They increased their pace while walking down the hall and he almost had to run to keep from feeling the string pulling.

They entered a large carpeted locker room. It looked like the hotel's health spa. He saw six of the men from last night, each with women in scrubs standing next to him. The men were naked, too, and he saw that each man was connected to a string being held by one of the women. The other two women who walked with him left, and then Tina, who was holding the string, led him to the other men. Soon they were joined by five other men. He realized that the 12 men who had not gone onstage last night were all there in the locker room.

A large woman in scrubs came out of the shower area and began speaking. "We're sorry we had to wake you up at 8 a.m., gentlemen, but it's going to take a little while to clean you up for the bullfight. No, Mr. Smith, it's no good trying to yell. We can't hear anything through the gag."

"First comes breakfast. It's a liquid breakfast, because we have to pour it through the gag. Do you see that plug in the front of each gag? It covers up the hole. When we open it, we'll pour 12 ounces of rich, sugary, meal replacement in, because you're going to need the energy. We'll pour very slowly so you can swallow without choking. Ready ladies?" 

She handed each woman a cup, and the women raised the cups up to the hole and pulled out the plug to begin pouring. Some of the men tried to say something before the liquid covered their mouths. Some of them kept their mouths closed until the large woman in charge came over and squeezed their noses shut with her thumb and finger. When they could no longer hold their breath and opened their mouths, she let go of their noses as the liquid poured in.

Mr. Smith was shifting rapidly from foot to foot, and his head was whipping from side to side. The large woman yelled toward the shower room and two other women in scrubs came out and went to Mr. Smith. One of them hugged him tightly while the other began stroking him softly and making a soothing sound, as if she were petting her dog. Once they got him calmed down, he was given his liquid.

When all the men had finished their breakfast, Mr. Arbuthnot noticed other women were coming into the room who were wearing resort clothing. All had on short sleeved T-shirts or similar tops. He was startled to see his wife among them. She was dressed the same way. She looked around for a moment and then focused on him.

The large woman began speaking again. "You've probably noticed all your ladies are here with us now," she said. "We gave them a choice, and all of them decided to help us get you cleaned up and prepared for the bullfight. The first thing we have to do is get your insides clean, and then you'll go into the showers to clean your outsides. Please get down on your hands and knees."

Some of the men didn't move at first, but after a few tugs on the strings they were all on the floor. "Now put your heads on the carpet and bring your knees in to raise your rears," said the woman. "OK, ladies, they are ready. Come over here and pick up your enema kits and jars of lubricant. First, you stick a finger, just one, into the lube paste and then carefully push some lube into your man. Try to get as much as you can inside and push three gobs in. Those tubes are going deep, and we don't want anyone getting hurt."

"That's good. Only one finger, ladies, please. Now take the tubes and begin inserting them. Don't force them. If you come across an obstacle, pull them out a little so they get more greased up and then wiggle your fingers as you push them back in slowly. Easy does it."

"When the enema has gone as far as it can go, and you start feeling some resistance that doesn't respond to the wiggling, stop pushing immediately. If we see any blood, your man is done for the day. That's good. You ladies know how to be tender. OK, now there are only six stalls, so the first six ladies will now open their spigot. There's a strong stimulant dissolved in it, so we should see action quickly.

Mr. Arbuthnot looked over and watched as the six men who had been filled began shaking and squirming.

"All right ladies, you've done well," said the big woman. "You don't have to take them to the stalls. We'll take care of that." The women holding the strings led the men into the shower area. The men were twisting and shaking as they almost ran ahead of the women. The showers had been turned on, so all that was heard was the sound of running water. Slowly the six men returned. All were breathing hard and grimacing.

"All right, let's get the second six going," said the large woman, "and let's get the first six ready for the second cleansing." Mr. Arbuthnot felt liquid floating into his bowels. He turned around and saw his wife watching the enema float into him. Within a minute, he realized how strong the chemical was. The minute his wife pulled the tube out, he jumped up and moved toward the stalls. His bowels continued to spasm long after everything came out and Tina had washed him off in the showers.

She led him out and pushed him down to his hands and knees again, and then he felt his wife's finger pushing more lube into him and the tube being inserted again.

Once all the men had gone through the uncomfortable process twice, they were thoroughly washed by the women attendants, then rinsed in the showers and dried. They stood there until the last man came from the showers, and the large woman began to speak again.

"Now that you're all clean, I want you to take your towels and put them on these benches and sit down. Before the bullfight begins, your ladies are going to pleasure you.

"Part of your breakfast was a strong dose of Viagra. I see some of you have already begun responding to it. Ladies, begin stroking. Gentlemen, the Viagra should keep you hard as a rock for the next two hours. Good, ladies. Here's what we need to do. Keep stroking steadily, and you can play with his balls, too. When you see he's almost ready to come, slow down and stop. Don't let him get too close or he may go out of control. We don't want that. When you stop, wait until he's wilted a little. He's not going to go all the way down because of that Viagra. But in a few minutes, he'll be calmed down. When you see that, start up again. Be careful, because the second time, he'll move ahead much faster. So be ready to stop quickly as soon as you sense he's getting near again.

"After a while, you will see the men responding more violently. They may even try to thrust into your hands. It's because their sperm is now impatient to get out and causing both frustration and pain in their crotch. That's what we're looking for, and once we see that every man is there, we're almost ready for the bullfight."

It didn't take long for Mr. Arbuthnot to begin pushing into his wife's hands. All his fear and dread about what was happening was gone. There was only one thought left in his brain: He had to find a way to get release. He looked at her pleadingly and saw she was enjoying his agony."

Finally, the large woman said, "OK, ladies and gentlemen, you can all relax now. I think we're ready. Let me tell the gentlemen about the bullfight."

"Gentlemen, or should I say bulls, you are the stars in the bull ring today, and the ladies will be our matadors. Before we all go out to the ring, you will be filled up with liquid one more time, but there will be a difference this time."

"What your wives will fill you with is healthy canola oil. We're trying to get more than twice as much oil volume into you as we did enema liquid. Your stomachs may swell up so much that you look pregnant. There won't be any chemicals in the oil, so at first you'll feel more discomfort than urgency."

"When you're stuffed with oil, we'll all walk out to the bullring, which is about 10 feet in diameter and on a platform that's about three feet high, close to waist high for most of the ladies."

"Each of you will climb into the ring, which has a thick rubber pad on the bottom. Around the ring are two strong padded ropes, attached to padded poles that circle the ring. The first rope is two feet above the mat floor, and the second is two feet above that. If you can escape between the ropes, the bullfight is over for you and you can go back to your rooms and prepare for the trip to the airport.

"The only thing preventing your escape will be your ladies and the other bulls. Your ladies will be all around the ring, and as matadors, they will be working to finish you off, which means stabbing you with their swords. Don't worry, their swords are not sharp, just their hands, which they will taper by pushing their fingers together so they can stab you in your anss. Once they have used their swords to stab inside you, they may form fists so the swords don't come out. But that's up to them. Everything is freestyle in this bullfight. Some of them may be able to push their hands in further than others. Usually some women with slim arms manage to get almost to the elbow. Others will enjoy moving their hands and fists in and out as fast as they can. Some may even try to get two hands or two fists inside. It's all up to them.

"To escape his woman, each man will have to fight not only her but also the other bulls. He'll have to crawl, slide, push or pull past the others, who will be trying to do the same thing. It will get slippery out there as some of the lubricant inside you begins to squirt out. And some men will be squirting, too, if you rub against them. The Viagra and the exercise you just completed will facilitate that.

"Today is an unusual day, because generally there is only one woman to every man. But Mrs. Arbuthnot has graciously agreed to share her man with his employees, so they will take turns, and each one will get five minutes to plunge her sword. Gentlemen bulls, the only advice I can give you is to keep moving as much as you can to avoid those swords.

"It will all be over in an hour and a half, and then you and your lady will be on your way to the airport. You'll have a lot to talk about on your flight home."

"We're also recording all the action with five cameras, including three videographers wandering around the bull ring. They'll be shooting a lot of close-ups. I think that's all. Ladies, here are the jugs of lubricant to load up your men with."

When the women were finished giving the men enemas of lubricant and the men were pulled to their feet, Mr. Arbuthnot saw that all of them, including him, had big bellies. He felt stuffed like a turkey and had to move around to keep from getting cramps.

Then the women went to work with their hands at the men's crotches and soon the men were breathing deeply as their penises stood straight out from under their enlarged bellies. In a line, they were marched to the ring outside the health club, and a few huge attendants lifted them up into the ring. When Mr. Arbuthnot emerged into the daylight, he heard loud cheers ahead of him as he walked slowly with his engorged penis waving in front of him.

When he got to the ring, he saw his employees a few feet beyond the ring. They were jumping up and down and cheering loudly, repeating "Arbuthnot" over and over. He tried to stay calm and think about what he was going to do.

The men were all standing inside the round ring now, and one of the attendants went to each man and removed his gag. None of them took the opportunity to yell. They were all looking around. Their expressions were a mixture of fear and embarrassment, and they were trying to stand as far from the next man's penis as possible. Mr. Arbuthnot was holding onto one of the ropes and looking around. He saw there was plenty of space in the ring for him to move around to avoid the hands of his wife or his employees. What now? He wondered. Then he saw the women's eyes turn upward.

He looked where they were looking and saw above the ring a thick round disk made of wood with heavy padding underneath. It was the exact size of the ring and it was slowly descending toward the ring. That's when Mr. Arbuthnot and most of the other men began to panic. Most of them grabbed a rope and held on as the disk moved lower and lower.

It touched the top of their heads and kept moving slowly, pushing their heads down. As they were being pushed down, they began taking up more space and pushing into each other. A scramble started as each man tried in vain to keep from being touched by the other men. Some of them spread their legs trying to keep their balance. Mr. Arbuthnot heard squirting sounds as lubricant was squeezed out of some of the men onto the mat underneath them. As he was being pushed down, he had to move his feet and he slipped on the slimy lubricant and fell, still holding onto the rope. He felt some fingers prying his fingers off the rope, and then he slid all the way down, and another man slid on top of him. Mr. Arbuthnot looked up to see who had pulled his fingers free, and there was his wife smiling at him. "I don't want you to get hurt, so I'm going first and last," she said. "Before the ladies get their hands in you, I want to open you up a little."

Now the sounds in the ring grew louder. There was the squirting sound as more lubricant was forced out from the bloated stomachs being pressed against other body parts. Soon most of them were covered with the slippery liquid from head to foot. There were angry voices as the men pushed at each other, trying in vain to keep their bodies separate. There were groans as the women's hands began reaching into ring and pushing between their men's cheeks. There were sharp cries and frantic gasps as some of the hands found their goal. There were painful moans as the hands pushed into them when the men weren't able to claw through the other men fast enough. And then there were agonizing screams when fists pushed past the resistance and buried themselves inside the men. 

Mr. Arbuthnot felt a finger pushing between his cheeks. It got all the way inside before he lunged away, but a second later, there were two fingers inside him. He twisted his body sideways and dislodged the fingers, but in doing that, he slid underneath a large man, and the man's weight pressed down on him, squeezing his stomach. He felt lubricant come out of him and pour down between his butt cheeks.

Then another body slammed into him as one of the other men attempting to evade a woman's fingers fell on him. This man's crotch was pushed against him, and he felt the man's member poking hard into his right buttock before it bent back and slid away on the lubricant. "Perfect," he heard his wife saying from behind him. "It's really long and thick, but not as thick as a fist. It should open you up enough so you don't get hurt."

She grabbed the man's doubled-over penis and began pulling it back over Mr. Arbuthnot's buttocks. Then she pulled the man away until his penis unfolded. She aimed it between Mr. Arbuthnot's cheeks. It wanted to slide away again, but this time her hand was holding the penis tightly close to its end and sliding it slowly down Mr. Arbuthnot's crack.

Mr. Arbuthnot felt the thing pushing and tried to move his body, but it was stuck under the weight of the man. Then he felt the end of the man's penis reach his anus. Now it wasn't sliding anymore, just pushing, and it felt as huge as a baseball bat.

His wife let go of the penis and then grabbed his cheeks and pulled. Her hands slipped free twice because of the grease, but finally she succeeded in prying his cheeks open. She tried to hold them apart. Maybe that stimulated his anus, because it began to involuntarily spasm and squirted out some lubricant. That slight opening for a split second allowed the huge thing pushing at him to enter, and Mr. Arbuthnot screamed. Once it was inside, the lubricant helped it glide deeper. He felt like he was splitting open. Eventually, he felt the man's balls on his ass and it was as far as it could go. He tried to adjust to it, but he couldn't.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 09: Pleasure Island



Then the hands pulling his cheeks apart were removed. "I think I can grab him around the waist and help the two of you consummate," said his wife's voice. He felt the man pulling out of him, and it felt worse than when he had pushed into him. Now the man's tool was pushing back in. The man wasn't doing anything. Mr. Arbuthnot's wife was using him as a human dildo, pulling and pushing him. "He's heavy," she said out of breath, but she kept the motion going, and then he heard her say, "At last!" as the movement in and out of him started to increase in tempo. The Viagra and the friction had taken over and the man was now rocking his pelvis and attacking Mr. Arbuthnot's rear without any help. As the man got more excited, his tempo increased and Mr. Arbuthnot squirmed and twisted trying to escape the agony. When the man began to slam into him with all his might, Mr. Arbuthnot's mouth opened wide and he gulped for air in between screams. Finally, there was a huge thrust deep into him, and he felt the man's semen spurt out inside him.

"That's going to look great on the video," said his wife. "I think you're ready for the girls now. I'll see you later." Here's Ms. Gayley."

"Wow! Mr. Arbuthnot," she said, putting her face close to his outside the bull ring, "I just about came watching you and your boyfriend. It gave me an idea. I see another guy right next to you who hasn't come yet. Let's see what I can do."

He saw her hands reach in and grab the man and begin pulling him forwards, backwards and sideways until his crotch was lined up with Mr. Arbuthnot's face and the man's hard tool was pushed across her boss's right cheek past his ear. She pried the man's body back until she could move the tool like his wife had. But this time the tool was lined up with Mr. Arbuthnot's mouth. When she let go of the man's body, it was forced back against Mr. Arbuthnot, and the penis pushed at his lips. He closed his teeth tightly and pursed his lips to keep it out.

For more than a minute, he held off the invader, but then another man shifted below him and accidentally slammed right into Mr. Arbuthnot's testicles. He screamed in pain, but it was a short scream, because as soon as his mouth opened the penis forced its way in, nearly gagging him as it pushed almost into his throat. It was a thick penis, and he tried to move his head back to get it out of his mouth. Then he felt two hands around his head. First they pulled his head back until the penis was almost out, but then they pushed it forward until the penis was hitting the back of his throat again. He looked up to see Ms. Gayley holding his head and laughing. She kept moving his head back and forth, and Mr. Arbuthnot kept trying to get out of her clutches. He felt a finger enter him again, then two fingers. He began trying to move his lower body to get away from the fingers, but then he noticed the penis inside his mouth was starting to jerk as his mouth moved back and forth on it. He tried to open his mouth wider so there would be less friction, but the penis seemed to get wider, too. He felt a third finger enter his rear, then a fourth. The fingers began to move quickly in and out of him and he felt them get slightly wider as the thumb was tucked into them. They were giving a little extra push each time they entered him, adding pressure against his opening. He didn't know what to do first, and then it was too late. The thick penis in his mouth suddenly stopped jerking and a moment later ejaculated an enormous amount of sperm into Mr. Arbuthnot's mouth. It gushed in so fast that some of it went up his nose as well as down his throat. He choked and tried again to get his head free of Ms. Gayley hands, but she kept moving his head back and forth on the penis. Then he felt his ass explode in pain. The hand that had been pushing into his hole had forced its way in to the wrist.

He tried to move away from it, but the hand moved with him. He turned his head to look behind him and saw a woman watching her hand between his butt cheeks. She pursed her lips and squeezed her eyebrows together as he felt the hand pushing deeper inside. He was in agony and began to groan loudly around the penis in his mouth, which was getting softer but still leaking foul tasting cum. Finally she stopped, and for the first time, she looked at him. "You're not my husband!" she shrieked. "Sorry." She pulled her hand out of him slowly.

"Don't feel bad," he heard Ms. Gayley said. "No harm, no foul." He saw her move next to the woman, and a second after the woman's hand was pulled free of him, Ms. Gayley's hand took its place. "Your turn, Mr. Arbuthnot," she said as she slowly began pushing in. When she began pulling out, he felt as though she was pulling his guts out. She had made her hand into a fist, and when it finally came loose, she gave a squeal of delight and said, "You should see how big your hole is. I don't think the rest of the girls will have much difficulty getting into it. Bye. I'll see you at the airport. I'm going to give the rest of my time to Ms. Quickly."

The rest of the next hour and a half were painful repeats and variations for Mr. Arbuthnot. His employees were very cooperative, and when one of them hadn't managed to get her sword in during her 15 minutes, another one who did it in five minutes donated the rest of her time. Each one eventually got in at least to the wrist, and some of them much further. All of them remembered to tell him, "Your turn, Mr. Arbuthnot."

When his wife's second turn came, she began by plunging one hand into the mixture of lubricant and come inside him. She cupped her hand and pulled some of the mixture out and fed it to her husband by pinching his nose and waiting until his mouth opened. Inside his mouth, she wiped her fingers against his tongue.

Then she was back at his rear, pushing one hand in deeper and deeper. When time was up, she had almost gotten up to her elbow. She had to stop, but she balled her hand into a fist and slowly pulled it out as he gave one final scream and then collapsed and lost consciousness.



On the plane, she did all the talking as he slumped against the window.

"The nurse who examined all the bulls after the bullfight told me you are fine. Nothing was torn inside, only some bruising. Your anal muscles have already begun contracting back to normal. I have some cream to help you heal, but it will be a pain to walk for a maybe a week or two."

"The Pleasure Island people told me I'd receive the DVDs in about two weeks. There will be a professionally edited video of the entire bullfight, with music and the most exciting moments, which they call highlights. I heard that both your oral and anal episodes with the other men made it into the highlights.

"I've invited your ladies over for the world premiere on our flat screen. I was thinking about what your hole looked like when I pulled my fist at the end. The close-up on our 65-nch TV will probably be huge. I'll let you know what night I'm showing it. You can join us for a fun evening with popcorn, but I'll understand if you'd rather go someplace else until they leave. It could be a long night, because I paid extra to get a second disk that contains every minute that any part of your body showed up on any of the cameras. I'm sure each member of your staff will enjoy watching herself with you.

"I'm keeping the only copy to make sure that it doesn't get out of our house, but I promised the ladies that I'd think about an annual viewing night on the anniversary of the bullfight.

"I've been chatting with them, and you'll be happy to hear that you won't have to give up your perverted Friday fetish festivals. They told me how disgusting and painful their sessions with you were, and I told them I would see to it that you compensated them the same without their having to submit to you. But they said that the arrangement was working well, and they didn't want to take any chances by changing it, because you were highly motivated to make sure they received bonuses, and when there were workforce reductions, you always fought to keep them at full strength. If your motivation weren't as strong, they might end up being affected. So they are fine with being degraded by you three times a year. But one thing they told me will require a change on your part. From now on, you will be making a schedule, so each woman can prepare for her Friday nights.

"I think this more than fulfills the commitment I made on the island to your future pleasure. I was prepared to do that disgusting stuff myself if you had taken your punishment last night, but now I won't have to, because your ladies will be my surrogates. Now let me tell you what else I plan to do.

"I will continue my wifely duties as I've always done, make a good home for you, raise our children and give you the care and respect that you betrayed with your cheating. With me and your team behind you, you'll continue to do well at work, earn big bonuses and enjoy the good life you've been enjoying. So things won't be that different.

"But there will be a few changes that you may not like. I know you well enough that I'm sure you'll accept them rather than throwing everything away. A divorce wouldn't hurt you badly, but your half of our money won't last long when you're paying the lawyers defending you against the women's harassment lawsuits. The company will pay out even more, and after you're fired, nobody will touch you. You won't even be able to get a job tossing hamburgers. So I don't think you're going to fight this.

"On some Fridays, after you've called one of your women to work late, I might be calling you to tell you I'm coming over, too. I'll watch what you do to the woman and might even take notes to see whether I can adopt some of these techniques. After you've finished, it will be my turn. Maybe I'll have the woman stay and help me. She'll have plenty of motivation because I understand when you're done with them, the women are emotional wrecks.

"Our adventure on Pleasure Island has opened my eyes to a lot of exciting possibilities. You wouldn't believe how many orgasms I had watching the men confessing and being punished, and the bullfight was even better. Since then, my mind has been full of new ideas.

"I'm too busy with the family to do this every week, so our sessions at your office will be irregular. I may not know until the last minute.

"I told the ladies that I'd love to watch you with a man on some of those Fridays. They saw a problem with that, because, as they correctly pointed out, as soon as things get out of the department, there's always a chance for trouble. I said, what if we found a guy who was good at quality control and what if someone was promoted and you hired the first man ever for your department?

"They told that wouldn't work, because you would probably be more homophobic than ever now, and the man would never be called to work late on Friday, so some of them would have to pick up the slack and end up servicing you four times a year instead of three.

"But then I asked the ladies what if I would agree to call you on some Fridays and tell you to postpone whichever one of them was to be with you and to have the man join us instead. That night I would watch the man doing you and maybe even help him. And none of them would have to stay late.

"The man would have to enjoy using you enough to be willing to change his plans on some Fridays, but if we could find someone like that, I told the ladies that each time I asked for him, it would mean one less turn for them. Once I showed them the numbers on paper, they understood, and now they are working on putting together a list of men for you to hire the next time one of them leaves. That way if the first choice is no longer available, there will be plenty of others to choose from.

"We agreed on the criteria. First, for them, he has to have a good resume and excellent recommendations as a hard worker who learns quickly and is a team player. They said he didn't have to have experience in quality control, because they would be willing to put in extra hours to bring him up to their level since it would pay off for them with less Friday nights they have to spend with you.

"For me, they are looking for someone young and easy to look at. He can be short or tall, but be must be much stronger than you, so I can watch him overpower you when you resist. He's got to be either gay or bi, really aggressive and able to recover quickly so he can do you at least three times on a Friday night. And he's got to have the right measurements.

"I decided that when he's fully aroused, he should be as thick as my hand, or at least close to it. Because I want him to open you enough that I can put at least one hand in you after his thing comes out. Ever since Pleasure Island, I've been eager to do that again, and I'd even like to work on two hands.

"In addition to width, the man's thing will have to be really long. I'd like for it to be as long as my arm, but I know that's impossible. One of my other goals is to get both arms into you all the way to my shoulders. I've seen women do that to men on the Internet. Even if I never get there, the journey will be fun. And I plan to chronicle it on video.

"Don't ask me how the girls are going to find men like this and make sure they measure up, but they said they had all sorts of ideas, and they would pay for ads on Craig's List from their own money because they were so excited about getting more Friday nights off. I promised them I'd share all my videos of you, me and the man with them.

"I also promised them one more thing that they really got a kick out of. On Friday afternoons, when you hear the phone ring and pick it up, you'll know you are in for a special night when you hear my voice say, "Your turn, Mr. Arbuthnot."



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 10: Hangover



Many thanks to Wanting2BDesired for all her hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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As soon as their wives left the table to walk to the bathroom, Patrick leaned over to Cory.

"Don't move your head too much, but try to look toward the bar on the left," he said. "I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."

Cory turned his head and then turned back to the younger man. "Yes, she's beautiful," he said matter of factly. His wife, Tera, had taken a liking to Patrick's wife, Jenny, from the first day the younger woman had started working in her division. She mentioned how vivacious Jenny was, how she was a ball of energy, how they found out they had a lot in common, including marrying similar men. So Cory wasn't surprised when the two women planned a night at a nice restaurant for the four of them.

Patrick seemed to be pleasant, if a little wet behind the ears. But I was like that at his age, thought Cory. At least, he wasn't annoying up to now. Was he going to be one of those guys whose eyes hung out of their heads whenever a good looking woman was within 20 feet of him?

"Beautiful?" Patrick said. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone like her except in the movies. I saw her amazing body first, and when her face turned in this direction for a second, I caught a glimpse of her face. You know, she just turned her head this way again. She's staring at something in this direction. There's no one at the table behind us. She can't be looking at us."

"Try not to look at her," said Cory. "Our wives are going to be back soon, and if they see us looking at her, it will only mean trouble."

"I don't usually stare at women," Patrick said, "because Jenny is such a knockout. But this woman is really something. I'm sure Jenny wouldn't be jealous, because she knows someone like that would never give me the time of day. Wait a second. It looks like she's coming to our table. I hope she's not angry that I was eyeing her."

The woman came up to their table and stood in front of them. Almost every eye in the restaurant was on them now. She spoke softly in a pleasant voice.

"Hi, guys," she said. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I could swear I know one of you." Her gaze was fixed on Cory. He didn't look at her but looked at Patrick as he said, "I don't think so."

"I don't think we've met," said Patrick.

"My name is Melody," she said. "And just so you know, I'm not a hooker. I saw you were both with your lady friends. It's just that I'm sure I know you." She was still looking at Cory, but he looked at Patrick, avoiding her gaze. Cory didn't say anything more, and Patrick was silent, too, as he looked back and forth between them and wondered what was going on.

"Well, I guess I was mistaken," she said. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you." She leaned over slightly, displaying a lot of her perfect breasts, and put a hand on one of Patrick's hands and the other on one of Cory's. Then she lifted her hands and turned and headed back to the bar. As her hands went up, Patrick saw a flash of white and wondered what was happening? Did she put something into Cory's hand? He wanted to ask Cory but decided he'd better not.

The girls were excited when they came back to the table. "Tera stopped me and pointed out the woman who came to our table," said Jenny. "We saw the whole thing. She looks like some kind of movie star. What did she say?"

"She thought she knew Cory," said Patrick.

"This is for you," said Cory, handing Tera a scrap of paper.

"What's that?" said Jenny.

"I think the woman gave it to Cory," said Patrick. "What does it say?"

"It's her phone number," said Tera.

"Her phone number?" said Jenny and Patrick almost in unison.

"Yes," said Tera, turning to Cory. "What did you say to her?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Did she tell you what she wanted?" said Tera.

"No," said Cory.

"But we know what she wanted, don't we?" said Tera, smiling sweetly. Jenny and Patrick both looked at each other and then at Cory and Tera. They felt uncomfortable. Something was happening in front of them, but they had no idea what it was.

"Would you like to call her?" said Tera.

"You know I wouldn't," he said.

There was silence for a second, and then Tera laughed. "I'm sorry, Patrick and Jenny," she said. "I bet right now, you're both thinking, what a weird couple and how can we get out of here as quickly as possible? I'm sorry."

"Oh, we're not thinking anything of the sort," said Jenny, who was thinking exactly that.

"It's just a little game Cory and I play," Tera said. "It wasn't that way when we first married, but now, it seems like beautiful women often approach him and give him their phone numbers. Even when I'm with him, they aren't the least bit embarrassed about it.

"So now we joke about it. Sometimes when couples have been together for a while, they do odd things to spice up their lives, if you know what I mean. So we play this little game. Anyway, that's the end of that subject. I hope we didn't embarrass you too much."

The next day when Patrick arrived home from work, Jenny couldn't wait to tell him what Tera had said to her at lunch. "I asked her if yesterday she was just pretending not care if he called that woman who was offering herself to him," she said, "and you know what she told me? She said he was welcome to, but she was sure he wouldn't."

"Well, I don't feel comfortable going out with them again," said Patrick.

"I really like her," Jenny said, "so I'm going to find out if she and her husband mess around with weird sex and swapping. If they do, I definitely won't see her outside the office again. We certainly won't forget last night."

Tera and Cory's little game was the result of the night Cory and two other men had too much to drink. The three men didn't even know each other well, but they all knew the bridegroom at the bachelor party. By the end of the evening, Gabe, Cory and Hal had one more thing in common. They all had sex with the stripper-whores.

They had been to parties like this before, and they had laughed at other drunken idiots who made fools of themselves by screwing the strippers as everyone else cheered them on. This time they were the drunken idiots.

It wasn't part of the best man's plan. He just told the strippers that he wanted them to put on a great show, and they'd get a bonus if they did. After doing their routines, the strippers fanned out and began going one by one through the 22 party guests looking for idiots. Gabe, Cory and Hal weren't eager to be their partners, but they were drunk enough that the strippers wore them down. The hilarity that followed included a lot of betting on whether the strippers could get them hard with all that alcohol inside them -- and then find a way to connect sex organs.

The strippers were talented, and they earned their bonus by putting on a great show with the three idiots. They climax of the evening was each stripper eating an idiot's come out of another stripper's vagina.

The next day, the three idiots all woke up with hangovers and chills. The chills came from fear that their wives would find out. They had no idea whether anyone had a camera at the party and checked frequently to see if anyone had posted a video or photos.

But apparently, there was no evidence. They sweated over the next few weeks to see whether their wives would hear about what they had done, but none of the other men at the party were talking, probably because they knew it could have been them.

It wasn't until nearly two years later that Inger, Tera and Mia found out.

Actually, Tera was the one who found out, and it was third hand. One of the men at the party had told a friend of his who wasn't there about the three idiots, and the friend had told a friend, and that friend had told his wife, who was a friend of Tera's. It slipped out during an argument between Tera and her friend.

Tera didn't believe it at first, but she contacted a couple of wives of party guests and asked them to pump their husbands for her. They confirmed that Cory was one of the three idiots who had sex. Worse than that, it was unprotected sex.

She stewed on the information for a couple of weeks and then decided she wanted to talk to the wives or girlfriends of the other two men. She did more investigation to find out who the men were. They were all married. Then she arranged a lunch with Inger and Mia. They were as angry as she was, and that anger forged a strong friendship that lasted the rest of their lives.

After a couple of psychotherapy lunches at which they poured out their hearts to each other and supported the others in their mortification, they agreed that they had to do something. But what?

"There's a plan for everything," Tera told them. "I'm reading a motivational book that shows how women can be successful in their careers and in their marriages. It says a woman should never be discouraged because there's a plan for everything, and if she wants something badly enough she can put together a plan to get it. We want this badly, so I know we'll make a plan for success."

Slowly, they put together their plan for revenge, although they decided to call it a lesson. When they were ready, they each revealed the plan to their surprised husbands in a similar way.

"No," said Tera, "We're not having sex tonight and maybe never again."

"What do you mean," said Cory.

"I found out you had unprotected sex with a stripper," said Tera.

Cory was startled. What could he say?

"That was almost two years ago," he finally said. "And you can ask the company doctor. I went to him regularly for nearly three months to make sure I didn't have any STDs. Tera, please believe me, I never did anything like that before, and I've never done anything like it since. I was so drunk, I --

"You didn't know what you were doing," said Tera. "Don't give me that crap. She couldn't force you to do what you did."

"But you know that I'm no longer drinking like that," he said, "and you've told me often how glad you are about that. I was so afraid you'd find out that I was scared straight."

"So now you're telling me you did it for me."

"No, don't twist my words," he said. "I'm telling you that I'm sorry it happened, and it will never happen again. Do you want a divorce?"

"No. That would be too much of a punishment. But I'm not having sex with you."

"I understand," said Cory. "I just want to tell you again how sorry I am." He wanted to ask her how long this punishment of hers was going to last. He wanted to ask her how she found out. But he decided that the best thing he could do was say nothing.

After two weeks of frustrating masturbation, he finally said something. When he tried to caress her as they were going to bed and she pulled away, he asked her, "How long is my sentence, Tera? Or is that part of the punishment. You won't tell me when we can be together again?"

He thought he saw a quick smile cross her face, but then it became stern. "This isn't your punishment," she said. "I told you before that divorce was too much punishment," she said, "but I'm telling you now that no sex is not enough punishment."

"What does that mean?" he said.

"That means there will be no sex until we agree on the punishment that fits the crime," she said.

"I don't understand," he said.

"It's simple," she said. "If you are interested, I'll tell you about the punishment. Then you have three choices. One, you can take the punishment. Two, you can just accept that we will never have sex again and when we're ready for children, we'll adopt or have a doctor inject your sperm. Or three, you can divorce me if you want to and find a woman you haven't humiliated."

"My God," he said, "Do you even love me anymore?"

She burst into tears. "You stupid fool," she said. "Of course, I love you." She began sobbing uncontrollably, and he went to her and put his arms around her, but as soon as he did, she twisted out of his embrace and pushed him away violently and screamed at him.

"Don't you touch me, Cory," she said through her tears. "I wish this had never happened, but it did, and it has to be resolved. If you choose to take your punishment, I promise you that I will love you more than ever. Otherwise, you might have to wait a long time before I feel differently than I do now."

"All right," he said. "But I still don't understand what you want me to do?"

"I won't tell you," she said, "because it's too horrible to talk about. All I can tell you is the punishment will be painful and degrading and probably the most humiliating thing you will ever do in your life. It will take only a couple of hours, but those hours will seem like an eternity to you because of what will be happening to you. You all have a choice of whether or not to do it, but once you sign on, there's no going back. When it starts, you won't have any more choices."

"You said 'you all,'" he said. "What all?"

"All three of you," she said. "Your friends' wives and I have planned this together, and we're going to do it together."

"I don't even know the other guys," he said. "This is between us. It's our marriage. I don't want anyone else involved."

"It's too late for that," she said. "You don't have a choice. We agreed to do it this way, because we knew it would heighten the humiliation for each husband to have the others as witnesses to their pain and degradation."

"You keep saying pain," he said. "Are you going to --"

"No, don't even ask me," she said. "I'm sure that whatever horrible thing you're thinking, either I or Inger and Mia have thought of it. Some of the things we talked about doing would have put you into the hospital, and some of them would have meant you could never be a father. But they love their husbands, too, and after we worked through our anger, we decided not to maim or disfigure anyone or do anything permanent."

"That's comforting, I guess," he said.

"One more thing," she said. "To set this up, we had to guess about how soon you and Gabe and Hal would miss the sex. So it's this Saturday night at our house. Today is Monday, and if we don't do it, I have to cancel by Wednesday. So you have about a day and a half to make your decision."

"That's awfully fast," he said.

"Well, the others decided last week," she said. "I lost the bet on who had the strongest sex drive and would give in first. So we've been waiting for you. But if you need longer, I'll call up tomorrow and cancel Saturday. I don't want you to ever accuse me of rushing you into this decision, because if you choose the punishment, you are going to hate me. I hope that with time, you'll get past that, but I can't guarantee that you ever will.

"The only thing I'll tell you is that it takes at least two weeks' notice to set this up, and I want to do it on a Saturday night, so if you need more time, we're going have to be very careful."

"Why?" he said.

"Because Gabe and Hal already want to kill you," she said. "Inger and Mia told me they are like quivering bowls of Jell-O and ready to fall to pieces if they don't get sex soon. But we agreed that until all three of you make your decisions, we wouldn't do this."

"So they decided on the punishment?" he said.

"Yes," she said.

"I'll let you know by tomorrow night," he said, "although I already know my answer. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" she said.

"Like you didn't like what I just said," he said. "What's wrong?"

"I told you that the decision is yours, and I'm not going to say anything else that will influence you in any way. So take your time."

"All right," he said. "I'll agree to do it right now."

"Are you sure? I think you may think I'm pressuring you. If you're not 100 per cent sure, I don't want your answer now."

"I'm 100 percent sure," he said.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said.

"I know," he said.

"I mean I was hoping you'd say that tonight," she said as she started to unbutton her pajamas. "Tonight, I'll try to be as gentle as I can so I don't destroy your body. Right now, I feel like I could go all night. But I have to pace myself because I'm going to need to get as much sex from you as I can get before Saturday, when you'll start hating me."

"I thought we weren't having sex until after the punishment," he said.

"You weren't listening," she said. "I told you not until we agreed on the punishment. You just agreed."

"What if I pull out at the last minute?" he said.

"I'll take that chance," she said. "I've got four nights to show you what you'll miss if you divorce me. I hope it will enough to make you honor your agreement. And I hope you'll remember the good times when you're filled with hatred for what I'm going to do to you.

"Oh, just a minute. I'm so thoughtless. Inger and Mia and their husbands are sitting by the phone waiting for my call. Now that everything is agreed on, I'm sure they'll have some plans of their own for tonight. So I'll have to control myself a little longer until I call them."

Friday night, Tera didn't attack Cory, because she said he needed to get some rest for Saturday morning. He was exhausted from the previous four nights anyway, and he fell asleep by 9 o'clock and didn't wake up until he heard some noises downstairs. He munched on a roll and some fruit and sipped his coffee as he saw three good looking women in shorts hauling stuff into their living room.

They put up a lot of lights on stands and video cameras on other stands and cabled them together. They also fiddled with the settings on three cameras connected to holders that fit on their bodies. They pushed all the furniture in the living room to the walls and covered the empty carpeted area with layers of thick spongy matting. The strangest things he saw were three rolling IV units like the ones they used at hospitals. He shivered when he saw those. Were they going to give the men drugs?

"When you've finished eating, go upstairs and put on your swimming suit," she said to him after she had conferred with one of the women. "We're turning on the lights now, and soon it's going to be hot in here."

"Any preference?" he said.

"Yes, the tight one that's embarrassing," she said

He was sitting on the couch in his swimsuit and a T-shirt when the other couples arrived. The men were wearing shorts, and the women were dressed casually, too. He recognized Gabe and Hal and said hello. They mumbled something back. I'm going to shut up, he told himself. I'm not the host, and they don't want to be here any more than I do. I wish I had never seen them, and I'm sure they feel the same way about me. I think they're idiots, and I just made a mistake one night, and I'm sure that's what they think about me.

"Perfect timing," said Tera. "Everybody, please sit down. I've been chosen to be the spokesperson, so I'll explain what's going on."

"First, I'm glad Cory is here, but I'm also glad Gabe and Hal showed up, because I know how much it means to Inger and Mia. In the last couple of months, the three of us have become like sisters. I'm sorry this is the reason why we met, but I'm happy to have two wonderful new friends. We all hope that someday, no matter how long it takes, the six of us can all be friends, because we found out that we are all lucky to have husbands like you.

"Yes, you did something terrible to us, and that's why we're here. But as far as we know, none of you have ever done anything like that before or since, and we are all looking forward to forgiving you after your punishment today.

"I'm sorry. Here I am putting a positive spin on everything, because that's what I always do, and it gets me into trouble. I'm assuming everything goes according to plan. But I'm going to tell each of you that you can leave our house this minute or any time I'm talking. Or you can leave after I finish my explanation.




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"Inger, Mia and I worked on this together, but we each have our own personalities and our own marriages, and all three men are different. Cory knows what will happen if he decides to leave before we start. I have no idea what your wives told you, Gabe and Hal, and I don't need to know. All I want to make sure of is that they did say something to you, so you aren't confused if you decide to walk out. Is that right?

"Good. Then we can go on. If one or two of you leaves, all three wives are staying for the man or men who remain. I don't plan to ever do anything like this again, and I doubt if my two friends do, but that's up to them. Cory knows this is his one and only chance.

"Your option to leave stops as soon as we begin. Once we start, we're not stopping. At that point, you will have only one option, to do exactly what we say, even if you don't want to. I can assure you that you will be following our orders. We've prepared for any reluctance.

"The reason is for that is what we're going to do to you is beyond disgusting and beyond humiliating. And it will also hurt. Your emotions are going to be totally involved, and you may not be able to think straight, so we expect all of you to have second thoughts about your decision. That's why we want you to decide with a clear mind now.

"I don't think it will be as bad as the worst you can imagine, but I promise you it will be worse than the best you can imagine. So remember what your wives told you. If you aren't willing to take the consequences, you can leave now.

"OK. Enough preliminaries. Let's get started. Right now, I need all of you to take off whatever you're wearing except your pants or Cory's swim suit. Cory's taken off his shirt, so he's ready. Gabe and Hal, this is it. If you don't do what I say now, you may as well leave, because it's over for you. About a minute after you strip, you won't be able to back out anymore. So what's it going to be?

"Good. Yes, Inger and Mia, it's OK to clap. We're all happy with your decisions, boys. Yes, that's a good idea. A wonderful warm kiss, and I'm going to give you one, too, Cory. Don't mind my tears.

"OK, guys. The girls are all sitting on the couch. I want each guy to get down on the big mat we have put over the rug and get on all fours in front of his wife. As you can see, we have three talented videographers hovering around us with their professional cameras and we have other cameras placed throughout the room to capture everything that happens. We're going to make a video of today for each wife.

"Now turn away from your wives and crawl about three steps away from the couch and stay on all fours like that. Each wife is going to kneel down behind her husband and pull his swimsuit down to his knees. Now they will reach under him and take hold of his package and put the string on. Is everybody finished? That was fast.

"Now the men can sit down on the couch next to their wives while I tell them what happens next. If everyone will look at his wife, he will see that she is holding a piece of string that runs over to them and disappears between their legs. Now Inger is getting up and I'm taking her place next to Gabe, and she's giving her string to me. Mia is taking my string and sitting next to Cory, and she's giving her string to Inger, who sitting down next to Hal.

"We're doing this so that no wife is holding the string of her husband. Now, men, look down between your legs. We're going to pull the strings very gently. What do you see? It's your testicles being pulled out in front of you. They are all in great shape for now, and we want them to stay that way.

"When you were on your knees, we attached a loop around your balls. It's a slip knot like on a Yo-Yo. It's a thin string but very strong. It's not part of your punishment because the idea is for it to stay loose, so you barely feel it. Soon we'll be taking it off anyway.

"Until we do, its only purpose is to avoid trouble. If I tell you to do something and you forget that you have no choice anymore, the person holding your string will give a little tug like this. See, you felt that, and it wasn't very painful. It's just a reminder to obey.

"If you ignore the reminder, we'll remind you again a couple of times. If that doesn't work, this will happen. See how we're pulling the string very slowly. See how your testicles are coming away from your body. You would be amazed at how elastic those sacks around them are. They can really stretch far.

"Do you feel a little discomfort now as the sack is stretching? OK, ladies, let's stop there and hold it. The pain you're feeling now is bearable, but if we keep pulling, it will get stronger. Eventually, we hope it will be strong enough to persuade you that disobedience isn't worth it, and as soon as you comply, we'll let the string go slack again. I hope none of you has a strong tolerance for pain, because if we keep pulling, eventually the sack will run out of elasticity, and your testicles will be ripped right from your body. At that point, this session will be over because we will call 911 and try to find where the balls landed. Unfortunately, they don't last long when they're separated from the body. We've all sworn to each other that we accept the chance of turning you into an emasculated eunuch and we won't divorce you. But we were afraid that if we were pulling the strings on our own husbands, we might lose our nerve. That's why each of us has the string of another husband. None of us is going to hesitate. But what am I talking about? I'm know we won't be going there. I told you I'm always the optimist.

"Now that there's no going back, it's time to bring in the audience. I see that a few have already arrived. You can come in girls. There are a few seats, but everyone else will have to find a place at the edge of the mats to stand for the show. Wow! Thanks for following our instructions on what to wear.

"This was Inger's idea, boys, and what an amazing one! We're doing two things, today, boys. We wanted the punishment to be as degrading and humiliating to you as what you did was to us, and we want the punishment to relate to the crime. You had an audience at the bachelor party, and you're going to have an even bigger audience today.

"We thought about who would like to watch you, and we immediately realized that, of course, many women would love to see this. Then Inger said it would look amazing on the video to have an audience of beautiful voluptuous women wearing skimpy outfits, so whenever the cameras caught some of the background, there would be these amazing women watching this hot show. That's why these beautiful girls parading in front of you are wearing next to nothing. Ladies, you are just here to enjoy the show and react the way you feel. If you get so aroused that you feel the need to give yourself some relief, or some of you decide to help each other out, we don't mind at all.

"For the last few weeks, Inger, Mia and I have been talent scouts. Whenever we saw a really hot young woman, we approached her and told her what we were doing. Most of them didn't believe us at first, but nearly every one agreed to come, and they began calling us and telling us that they had some hot girlfriends who wanted to come, too. They all agreed to wear their smallest, sexiest outfits.

"Only one girl turned us down. She was a beauty contest winner and very suspicious that we were trying to scam her like some others did after her victory. It's too bad, because her face was the face of an angel, but her figure was outrageous, huge real boobs and an amazing ass, even better than the girl who's walking in right now.

"No, I take that back. That's her. She came after all. Welcome. Would you mind sitting in that chair? It's the place of honor, and we'll see a lot of you on the video. Thank you so much! Your outfit is terrific and outrageous. I can barely see the material holding your body inside it.

"We promised all the girls that the videos were only for the three of us, and nobody would ever see themselves on the Internet. Some of them were actually disappointed, so we have a guestbook. See over there, girls. If you don't want to remain anonymous and would like to see the finished videos, write your email address in the guestbook. We'll have a few private showings, depending on how many of you sign up.

"You should know that we will take precautions, and that everyone will be naked at the video parties, and there will be tight security, possibly even body cavity searches. Because we want to make sure nobody ever makes a copy of these videos. After the viewings, nobody except us or our husbands will ever see them again. If you don't want to see the videos under those conditions, don't leave your address. My goodness! Look at that long line to sign up.

"Now boys, try to ignore the beautiful women as they file in. There should be nearly 50 of them. You probably won't remember most of their faces, and that's part of Inger's idea. From now on, whenever you see a beautiful woman in a restaurant, a bar or an office, you'll be wondering. Maybe she'll tell you she was in our audience, or maybe she will give you a look that tells you she was. Maybe she won't say anything because she doesn't want you to know. But you'll always wonder, and the more gorgeous and sexy she looks, the more you'll wonder if she was one of the girls wearing her skimpy outfit here. Maybe you won't show it, but we'll know the kind of humiliation you'll be feeling. And that will remind us that we have forgiven you for what you did. Thanks so much for your idea, Inger.

"Now please get back in the positions you were in before. I'll hold Inger's string attached to Gabe while she wheels those three hospital stands over here. Now don't be startled, guys. We're rubbing some lubricant between your butt cheeks like this, and now we're inserting a nozzle attached to a tube that connects to a bag of liquid on the stand. OK, open the spigots! Good. Everything's flowing smoothly.

"When you're full, hold it in as long as possible, and then run to a bathroom. The first two who can't hold it in will be the losers today, and they have to run upstairs, and the winner gets to stay downstairs. Oops. I see Cory looking desperate. Run upstairs, Cory."

When each of the men had been cleaned out, they were lined up, and the tubes were inserted again. "This is not cleaning liquid," said Tera. "It's lubricant that we're filling you with this time, even more of it than the cleaning stuff. It's pushing your bellies out a little.

"OK, we're done with the lube. Now it's time for you to get as comfortable as you can on the mats. You can't sit on the furniture in case of leakage. Inger, we're ready for the music and the strippers. Don't make the disco music too loud, because I want the boys to be able to hear me. Here comes the first stripper."

The stripper was a man in a lumberjack uniform, and he was a great dancer. The three men watched him with curiosity, and they heard the cheers of the audience as he stripped down to nothing but a large bag that bulged from his crotch. During his routine, he danced over to each man a couple of times and aimed his bumps and grinds at him.

"We went to the top gay strip club in town to select our performers," said Tera. "As you can see, we selected them specially for this command performance. They are great dancers, and -- whee! there goes his bag -- and as you see now, they all have huge equipment. They are all happy to screw with the customers, just like your strippers were, but they are also trained in humiliation wrestling. You know, that's where the winner gets to force sex on the loser.

"Yes, boys, once again, you'll have a chance to have sex with strippers, but this time they get to be the males, and you get to be the females. Since you were the first loser, Cory, you'll be going first with this beautiful specimen. Here's how the rules work.

"Once the music stops, Mia will drop her string, and then you can do whatever you want for the next 20 minutes. You may not want the stripper to put that huge, thick pole into your ass, so if you can keep away from him for 20 minutes, you're home free. The stripper is getting paid extra for each minute his tool is inside you, so his motivation will be to get you plugged as fast as he can. If he can do that, he's going to give all of us a seminar on gay love's many positions, especially the ones that are the most devastating for anal virgins. We want him to really open you up wide.

"If he gets into your ass, he's going to try to hold out and not come until the 20 minutes are up. If he comes earlier, he has to get off of you. So if you're smart and want to limit the pain, you'll try to figure out how to make him come as fast as possible.

"All three strippers told me that they get aroused if their partners responding to them. They like deep French kisses, moving your bodies in sync with theirs and playing with their balls. Best of all is when they are in positions where you are facing them, if you grab their ass cheeks and massage them, pulling them apart and together while they're ravaging you. If you can get a finger inside their ass and feel around for the prostrate, you might really get them off fast.

"Verbal encouragement helps, too. Tell them how much you like what they are doing in a high breathy girly voice. Even if all you can do is say "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over in a high voice, that will make them come faster.

"Unfortunately, this is a lot to absorb, and in a second Cory's string is going to drop and he will probably take off. But Gabe and Hal will be able to watch what happens to him and learn some lessons for their turns. OK, the music just stopped. I've never seen you move so fast Cory. Keep it up. That's it. Dodge him and run around him. Don't get caught in the corner. He's a big man and if you're trapped, he'll use his weight and strength advantage.

"Ooops. You slipped. That's the one problem of all that lube inside you. When you move certain ways, you can't help squeezing some out of your anus, and it makes the mat very slippery. That a boy, Cory. Use that lube and slide around like that, so he can't get a grip on you. Look at you go. Uh oh. You slid into a corner, and you can't get away now. He's between your legs. You look wild and frantic. He's lifting your legs up and pushing them back, and your ass is going in the air. I see it's all greasy around the anus and he's pulling your legs wide to open you up.

"Can you feel that huge thing poking at your hole? I told the strippers they have to enter each of you slowly and break you in gradually before they start to speed things up. That was quite a scream, Cory. I guess he got in. Look how his huge thing is slowly disappearing inside you. This is going to be something special."

After each of the men had been energetically tossed around and ripped apart by the strippers, they lay exhausted in the greasy lube on the mats. They were curled up and breathing heavily with an occasional moan or yelp if they moved their legs, because the slightest motion sent stabs of pain into anus.

The beautiful women had been cheering throughout the show, especially at some of the more creative and exotic positions the strippers had put the three men into. None of the men was able to escape his partner for more than a few minutes, so the shows were all a good length. Cory couldn't get the hang of making love back to his stripper, so he got the full 20 minutes, but the others decided to get more amorous as they were being pounded, and they were able to make their strippers finish a minute or two early. The women laughed and cheered at their high-pitched love talk and attempts at gay love.

After the strippers had been paid and sent on their way, Tera came over to where the men were lying.

"There's one more part before we're done, boys," she said. "We were thinking of making you eat the come out of each other's asses, similar to what the strippers did at the bachelor party." She had to stop because of a huge cheer went up from the audience. "And we were thinking of making you suck each other and come in each other's mouth." There was another huge cheer.

"Sorry, ladies, those things aren't going to happen, because Mia correctly pointed out that even though they would be suitably humiliating, it would end any chance of the three couples ever getting together. The men would never be able to look at each other. That's why we brought in the strippers and kept the guys away from each other.

"But all of us are curious about what men do to other men, and even what some of those women on the Internet do to their men, so each of us is going to engage our husbands now. I'll go first over here with Cory.

"I know you're tired. Cory, but this will be a lot easier if you can get up on your hands and knees. You're not moving. OK, well I've seen them do it like this, too. First we roll you on your back, like this. Then we push your feet back so your knees are in the air. Now we spread your legs wide. Yes, that's just like one of the positions the stripper used.

"Now I'm going to lie down between your legs in all that slippery slime and stick my index finger into all that lube mixed with come inside of you. You're so loose now, I don't think you even felt that, or that I've got two fingers going in and out of you now. Now there are three, and I'm speeding up.

"There, you definitely reacted to the fourth finger. I've moving all four fingers in and out now as far as I can get them, but the thumb is in the way, so I'm going to tuck it behind the other fingers and do this. I know it's hard for the audience to see what I'm doing, but you can watch how Cory's face and body react. The video ladies are all getting close-ups, so you'll be able to see everything clearly at our video party.

"OK, now I'm pushing over the second knuckle and really stretching Cory. Look at the grimaces on his face. He's really feeling it. I think we're ready for the big push. And there it goes. My hand is into you up to the wrist, Cory. It looks amazing. OK, now I'm moving it around and turning it, and each movement is getting a big reaction from Cory.

"Each of us is going to try something different with our fisting. I've decided that since my arms are long and slim, I'm going to see how deep I can go. The other ladies are going to do stuff with two hands inside their husbands, if they can. OK, I'm starting to push but very gently. There's so much lube and come inside Cory that it doesn't need a lot of effort. See how my arm is going up into him?

"Slowly, slowly. Wow! I got almost to the elbow. Yes, cheer ladies. Let me hold it there for a while as I take it all in. I can't tell you how amazing this feels and how close I feel to Cory now.

"OK, now try to relax, Cory. I understand coming out is much harder than going in because you'll feel like I'm pulling your intestines out of you. See, I'm going as slow as I can and stopping to let you take some deep breaths. There, I'm almost out. The last thing I'm doing is making my hand into a big fist inside you.

"The stripper got some huge gapes out of you with his big tool. My fist is even wider than his penis. I'm now going to pull it straight out but very slowly. At first, your ass muscles are going to resist, but once they realize that my pressure is not going away, they will begin to stretch you open so you can release me, and the lube will help.

"I feel a little give there, and I hear you screaming. I think we're almost ready for the gape. And there it is. Look at that hole where my fist just popped free. I think I could push my whole head in there. And look how it's slowly starting to close up. Isn't it amazing that in just a few minutes it will be back to a little pucker and that all the pain you are experiencing now will disappear in a few weeks. Our bodies are amazing.




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"OK, Mia, I think you and Hal are next."

When the women were finished with their husbands, they called the three videographers over to help them hold up the men, and then all six of them made three large bows together to the cheers and whistles of the audience.

"You may leave now, ladies," said Tera. "We'll be in touch with the ladies who wrote down their email addresses. Oh, I see more of you are lining up to write down your addresses. Thank you all for coming and making this special."

Those were the last words Tera spoke that day. The men didn't move until the women started rolling up the mats to take them away. Then they got up slowly. Cory went upstairs and stood under the running water in the shower for nearly half an hour. The other men put on their shorts and shirts and followed their wives to their cars.

Tera avoided Cory the rest of the day. She left without telling him and tried to do some shopping, but she was too excited to concentrate on anything. Images from earlier in the day kept going through her mind, and she was so aroused that she knew that if she could reach into her panties, it would just take one touch to set her off. But she forced herself to resist the impulse -- then and later at home. It made it hard for her to fall asleep. When she went to bed, Cory was already there sound asleep.

Sunday, Tera and Cory exchanged few words, and she supplied him with whatever he wanted to eat while he camped in front of football games all day and night. She saw that he avoided her gaze.

He insisted on going to work on Monday even though he could barely walk to the car. She debated, but then decided to make his favorite dinner, even though she had a feeling he wasn't going to eat it to prove a point. After he had pushed the food away and told her, "Sorry. This isn't going to change anything," she knew she was on the right track and made plans for similar gestures each day that followed. She wanted to give him ample opportunity to reject her and release his anger, because she was afraid of what he would do if he held it inside.

He gave up after a week. When he arrived home from work, she greeted him wearing a sexy negligee with nothing underneath it. He looked at her and burst out laughing. "You're pathetic," he said. "You repulse me, but you still get a rise out of me as you can see. Too bad that we can't have sex because whenever I move my legs a certain way, it's so painful that I'm sure I'll lose my erection."

"I know some ways to take care of that," she said, "You won't have to move or do anything at all. Leave it to me."

"I'm not interested anyway," he said. "I don't feel like ever doing that with you again."

"So we're getting divorced?" she said.

"I didn't say that," he said.

"So we're adopting children?" she said.

"I didn't say that," he said.

"So I need to make an appointment with a sperm bank?" she said.

"Shut up, and come over here," he said. "I can't move, but for some reason, I want to kiss your evil face."

After he healed, he tried to forget about what she had done to him, but he knew that she and her two friends sometimes watched the videos together, because whenever they did, Tera made love like an animal that night and totally exhausted him. That part he didn't mind.

Many months later, she told him after the event, she had received hundreds of calls from women who weren't at the humiliation session. "They had all heard about it from friends and were dying to see the video," she said. "Some of them even offered me lots of money to see it. At first, I was going to turn them down, but then I decided on a different approach.

"I told them that the only women who could see the video had to have amazing bodies and beautiful faces. If they felt they qualified, I'd be glad to meet them and inspect them. That often ended the conversation, but the calls kept coming, and in a short time, I had interviewed hundreds of them dressed in the most sexy, revealing outfits you could imagine. Then I started getting calls from their friends.

"Some women even flew in from out of town, and that resulted in something really strange. A model from New York came here, and she told some of her friends in Paris. Apparently all the top fashion models know each other, and they started talking to each other all over Europe. I found out that some of the skinny ones were heartbroken that they couldn't qualify.

"It must have been a bizarre scene at the airport. The women decided to all take a vacation together to see your video, and they filled up almost half a plane. The newspaper found out about it and sent a reporter to the hotel where they were staying but couldn't find out why they were here.

"I had them over when you were on a four-day trip, and it took all four nights to squeeze everyone in. Even though they were models in Europe, they were from every continent and all races. You can't imagine how beautiful they were! I hope we run into some of them on vacation so you can see for yourself.

"But that wasn't the strangest thing. One woman who was at the event wanted so badly to see the video a second time that she had a total makeover, different hair color, different cut, different eyelashes, everything. I recognized her, but since she went through so much trouble, I pretended I didn't.

"We've had video sessions at each of our homes whenever you, Gabe or Hal were out of town on business or working late. A couple of days ago, we hit 15,000 women, and the three of us decided that was enough. From now on, the videos are only for us."

Even before Tera told him about the video sessions, a gorgeous woman approached him while he was having a business lunch at a restaurant. He was confused, especially after she gave him her phone number. The two men and the woman with him asked him what was going on, and he told them he honestly didn't know.

When he told Tera, she asked him to describe the woman and then show her the phone number. "Why don't you call her and find out what she wants," Tera said.

"What if she's some kind of psychopath?" Cory said.

"She doesn't know where you live," said Tera, "and we can block our number when you call. Try it right now."

"OK," said Cory, "but why are you smiling. Do you know her?"

"No," said Tera. "Go ahead and call." She sat smiling through the brief conversation.

"Did you know what she would say," Cory said after he hung up.

"No, but let me guess what she told you. If you could get free, she'd be willing to get together at a convenient time and place and have sex with you. She'd be happy to do almost anything you like -- maybe not anal -- and she hoped you'd be willing to go along with some things she'd like to do with you. From the way you look, she actually said some of the things she wanted to do. Am I right?"

"Are you sure you didn't set this up?" he said.

"Some of the women at the video shows were really turned on," she said, "and a few asked me if I would rent you out. So this doesn't surprise me.

"I'm curious if they are interested in you for any other reason. If you get any more numbers, call them back and tell them you'd love to get together, but you don't do extreme sex anymore. Let me know what they say."

One excited woman wanted to meet him despite what he told her. "What should I do?" he asked Tera. "I'm not really interested."

Tera thought about it for a few days and then said she'd like him to meet the woman. "It's hard for me to believe," she said, "but since I'm agreeing, you can do whatever you want with her. I promise you that I'll never bring it up after you tell me all about it. I'm really curious about what kind of woman she is."

The night he went to meet the woman in a hotel room, he came home after an hour.

"Did she lie?" asked Tera.

"Yes," said Cory. "When I walked into the room there were two other women. All three of them were beautiful and hot looking. They were wearing negligees so thin that it wasn't much different than wearing nothing.

"The other two women sat on either side of me on a couch and started stroking me. She opened up a briefcase and showed me it was full of $20 bills and said I could count them, and they were all for me. Then she started telling me that she hoped that might make me change my mind and what she wanted the three of us to do. I just listened.

"She hadn't really said anything when one of the naked women next to me seemed to get nervous and whispered something in her ear. You know how good my ears are. It was something like, 'Shouldn't we get him in the bedroom before they knock.' That's when I got up and headed for the door.

The three women all tried to hold me, and the woman in the negligee continued talking and trying to persuade me to stay until I squeezed through the door and shut it behind me. While I was waiting for a down elevator, I saw two huge men get off an up elevator and walk down the hall in the direction of the woman's room.

"Wow!" said Tera.

A few days later she told him that she had called the woman who had lied to him. "She swears she was not going to force you to do anything you didn't agree to," she told Cory. "She told me she just didn't want you to see the men until she had finished negotiations on what the women and the men could do to you. She even offered me the money she was going to give you -- $10,000 -- plus another $10,000, if I would persuade you to go along, and I could even be there to make sure they wouldn't hurt you.

"I told her to keep her money, but she'd be getting a visit from my new lawyer, who's one of those beautiful women who found out about the video and wanted to see it. We got to talking at the video showing, and we're now friends.

"I told the woman she would be signing a confession for my lawyer that I would show to the police if she ever calls here or gets within 100 yards of you."

The phone numbers kept coming into Cory's hands. He turned them over to Tera. After a while, he didn't mind that she teased him about the women and what they wanted, because he knew every time that happened, the sex that night would be sizzling.

The three couples finally got together on the third anniversary of the punishment. The girls wanted to show the video, but the men said they would only go out to a nice restaurant with them if not one word was mentioned about that night.

After that, the ice was broken, and the families, including children, became good friends. The women knew better than to ever talk about the day of the show to any of the husbands, but they couldn't stop talking about it among themselves.

They watched the videos often enough that each of them knew by heart every minute from every camera. When Tera was watching her arm go up Cory, she always had an orgasm.

It was nearly five years before Tera brought it up again. They had just finished one of their energetic lovemaking sessions and were lying next to each other in bed, tired and contented.

"Would you like to do anal with me?" she asked him.

"Would I!" he said in a joking way. "But you made it clear a long time ago that you were disgusted by it and you were afraid of the pain. Have you changed your mind?"

"No," she said, "and after I saw what that stripper did to you, I was even more sure it was not for me, because you aren't that much smaller than him. But I was thinking I might be willing to do it anyway."

"Why would you do it if you hated it?" he asked.

"Well, maybe if you would let me do something, I would do that for you," she said.

"What do you mean by something," he asked.

"You know -- but this time only you and I would be involved," she said.

He looked at her for a second, and then she saw the realization dawn on his face. "I've got to go to the bathroom," he said and jumped out of bed and ran.

As she heard loud heaving sounds from behind the door, strange thoughts ran through her mind. She remembered the motivational book for women and the part about a woman never getting discouraged because there was a plan for everything, and if she wanted something badly enough she could devise a plan to get it. She started feeling confident that she could devise a plan to get Cory to go along with what she wanted to do.

She was starting to work on the plan in her mind when Cory opened the bathroom door and slowly walked back to the bed. He was still shaking. She got up and put her arms around him and held him tight.

As she felt his naked body trembling, she caressed him gently, and then she remembered something else from the book on women's success. She began crying.

When they stopped embracing, she fought back the tears as she spoke. "I love you so much, Cory," she said. "I don't know what came over me. I swear to you that I'll never bring anything like that up again. It's like I read the other day. A successful woman can't control her thoughts, but she can control her deeds."



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Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 

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"I have some good news for you," said Dr. Madison after they sat down. "Rich is as healthy as a horse."

"We didn't need to come to you to find that out," said Angela.

"I know," said Dr. Madison, "but as I explained at our first session, even though I'm a psychologist, I can't help you if Rich's problem is physical, so I never begin therapy in a case like this before making sure. That's why I didn't bill you for the first consultation. You're only be paying for the lab work.

"I've blocked out this hour for the first therapy session, so let's not waste time. Since both of you did such a good job on your histories and questionnaires we can move faster than I planned.

"First, I need to repeat something from last time. I never treat this condition without full agreement from both partners. I know Angela is completely on board because she's the one who made the consultation appointment. You didn't say much, Rich, but now that the tests are done, I need to make sure you're on board. Are you willing to go along with the therapy for your problem?"

"I have no choice," he said.

"Yes, you do," said Angela.

"I think you mean that if you don't fix your problem, Angela has threatened to divorce you," said Dr. Madison. "I may as well tell you now that I don't want that mentioned again in our sessions. It can interfere with the treatment. If either of you feels that will be a problem, we can terminate this session now, and there will be no further charges.

"So I'm asking you again, Rich, are you are a willing participant in my therapy? Your answer is being videotaped to prevent legal problems."

Rich looked at Angela, who was glaring at him. "Yes," he said.

"That didn't sound very certain," said Dr. Madison. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure," he said.

"I think that's good enough," she said. "I can understand that you're not enthusiastic, as long as you've agreed of your own accord.

"Let me explain what will happen today. I'm going to ask both of you some more questions to confirm things I read in your histories and questionnaires and to expand on others. After today, there will be a break, during which preparations for the intensive therapy sessions will be made. I and my staff do most of the preparations, but Angela will need to be slightly involved. You will not need to do anything, Rich.

"The dates and times of the sessions will be determined by myself and Angela, and she will be responsible for making sure they are convenient for Rich. Other than that and the preparations I will ask her to make, she will not be told anything about the sessions. They will be as much a surprise for her as for you, Rich.

"Now, I come to something that may seem repetitive because of what I just asked you, Rich, but this time, I need answers from both of you. Again, I'm looking for strong answers for the video, or I can't go on, so listen closely.

"The therapy sessions may involve doing things that are distasteful and even painful for both of you. By distasteful, I mean things that you will probably find disgusting, degrading and humiliating. By painful, I don't mean anything that will scar you or break bones. Usually there's no need for medical treatment afterward, although I can't guarantee that. Most likely everything will heal within a month or so. Do you have any questions before I ask you whether you both agree?"

"Can you give me some examples of what you're talking about?" said Rich, sounding worried.

"I understand your concern, Rich," said Dr. Madison, "but I can't give you any details in advance. I will tell you this. I'm sure that somewhere in this process, you will be sorry that you agreed to it, because it will get that bad. Almost every man we've treated goes through that stage.

"But I will also tell you that our success percentage is nearly perfect. If you and Angela want, you will only pay for today's session, and the treatment will be put on hold until you feel you are ready to move ahead. That could take some time, because I have a waiting list, and you would go at the end of it. Even so, that's preferable to starting without a full commitment from both of you.

"If that's what you decide, I will give you the names of five couples who are willing to talk about their results. Four of them are successes, and one of them is a failure. The husband of the failed couple found a way to abort the treatment halfway through. From that disaster, we learned to implement some new safeguards, and we haven't had that kind of problem again.

"Even though this man will tell you how terrible our treatments are, he won't give you details, because of the confidentiality agreement he signed and the large sum he would have to pay us if he violated it. But at least you'll hear a different opinion."

"If we did that, how soon would it be before we could get back with you," said Angela.

"Probably four or five months," said Dr. Madison.

"That's too long," said Angela. "I'm not going to wait that long before I see a lawyer, Rich. I'm sorry, but if you want to back out, that's the way it is."

"OK,' he said, "but I hope you appreciate that I'm the one who's going the extra mile to save our marriage."

"I do," she said quietly.

"So please, both of you," said Dr. Madison, "answer my question. Are you willing to endure humiliation and pain as part of this treatment?"

"Yes, I am," said Angela.

"Yes," said Rich.

"OK, now sign these release forms," said Dr. Madison. "You'll see the same language on them. Good. Now we can proceed. Just a few questions, and then we'll be done for today. First, I want to make sure I understand about your foreplay. From what you've written, there is none. Is that right?"

"Well, that's not the problem," said Angela. "When Rich rubs his penis over my vagina, I am moist almost immediately and ready for penetration. It's not painful."

"You are ready physically," said Dr. Madison, "but what about mentally? Has Rich ever caressed you or used his tongue on your body, especially your breasts?"

"He may have," said Angela, "but I can't remember. When we're making love, he sometimes does squeeze my breasts. I can't say I enjoy it, but I also don't mind it, because I'm totally into the sex. But if you're asking whether he kisses me or sucks my breasts, as I said, maybe he did at one time, but I can't remember."

"And he's never eaten you out?" asked Dr. Madison.

"No, he would never do that," said Angela. "He is repulsed by the smell of my vagina. He told me when we first made love, it wasn't anything against me. He's had an aversion to oral sex for as long as he can remember. He said even thinking about it makes him physically ill.

"I don't mind, because he agreed that it was fair that I would also not give him oral. I'm not excited about taking a penis into my mouth, especially because I know that it sometimes goes off in there, and I hate the taste of sperm."

"Do you become physically sick when that happens?" said Dr. Madison.

"No," said Angela, "but almost. I did it with boyfriends before I met Rich. It's just something I don't care for. I would do it for Rich if he really wanted it, but since he won't reciprocate, I don't see why I should. Dr. Madison, this is getting away from the problem. We enjoy sex together, except for the ending."

"I understand, Angela," said Dr. Madison, "but I'm asking about this for a reason. Before I leave this topic, I want to ask Rich if he has anything to add. Did Angela explain the lack of oral sex in your lives to your satisfaction, Rich? Do you agree with what she said?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he said. "I don't think it's been a problem."

"Good," said Dr. Madison. "So the last thing I want to ask about is anal sex. From what you both wrote, you've never had anal sex. Is that right?"

"Yes," said Angela. "Rich attempted it once before we were married, but I told him, that I would never allow any man back there. And when I found out how he felt, that was the end of any discussion."

"What do you mean?" said Dr. Madison.

"Well, it's just like the vagina," said Angela. "He considers the anus disgusting and scary. He won't admit it, but that's why he wants anal sex with me. The idea of degrading me excites him."

"That's not fair, Angela," said Rich.

"But it's true," she said. "I told you I didn't mind if you put a finger in there, but it made you ill when you took it out and couldn't wash it right away. And when I once put a finger into you, you got hysterical."

"Really," said Dr. Madison. "So it's fair to say you have a phobia about anuses, Rich, is that right?"

"I just don't like to be near a real asshole," said Rich. "When I watch porn, you can't smell them, and they clean them all up and shave all the dirty hair off. I wouldn't mind having anal sex with a woman, I mean Angela, as long she was so clean that I couldn't smell anything. And I definitely don't like anything, not even a finger, inside of me, because it makes me think someone is having anal sex with me."

"And that would be correct, in a way, Rich," said Dr. Madison. "Well, I think I understand how you both feel about this, and the information is useful."

"I don't see how," said Angela. "We're here because Rich comes too fast and leaves me frustrated."

"Yes," said Dr. Madison. "But everything you wrote on the forms and told me about today will be useful in treatment.

"So to review, we found out there's no medical reason for Rich's problem. It's just a matter of poor conditioning. Rich is infantile in this area, and he may be that way in other areas of your relationship.

"As a baby, we are interested only in our gratification. Everyone else exists solely to satisfy us. That's normal, and most of us grow out of that and mature by the time we're adults. But some of us never do, and you may have noticed Rich is selfish in other ways, too. No, don't say anything, Angela. We're not treating those things. But I can tell you from experience, that if we can cure his premature ejaculation, some of his other self-centered behavior will also disappear, and your marriage will improve in other ways besides sexual satisfaction.

"So the next time we are all together, we will begin treatment. Our goal is for the two of you to have a wonderful and fulfilling sex life. Rich, I hope you noticed I said both of you.

"So I'll say goodbye now until the day we begin treatment."

Angela got her instructions from Dr. Madison the next day in a phone call.

"But I don't understand," she said. "You're telling me to do even more of the same thing we've always been doing and not complain about it. How is that supposed to improve anything? Shouldn't I encourage Rich to at least try to do better?"

"You can do that, but you'll regret it," said Dr. Madison, "because he may do better one time and then worse the next. Think of this as preparation. You don't want to expect anything. All you are doing is collecting material for the treatment as I've instructed you. Just keep telling yourself the more you collect, the better your chances for total success."

"All right," said Angela, "but how long is this going to go on?"

"I'll be making other preparations," said Dr. Madison, "but I'm sure I'll be ready before you are. I want a weekly report on how you're doing, and when you get close to your goal, I'll give you more instructions.

"And don't forget, there are things you can do to speed up this process. Get some ideas from the Internet and try them in his diet. Each man is different, but if you experiment enough, you're bound to find some things to help you. Make this part fun for yourself instead of frustrating."

"Thanks, Dr. Madison," she said. "I'll do my best."

A month later, Dr. Madison congratulated Angela on her progress and asked her what Rich's vacation schedule looked like for the year.

"He's accrued enough time that we can go whenever we like, as long as he gives his department head three weeks' notice," Angela said.

"Have you been planning any trips?" said Dr. Madison.

"We were talking about a week in Vegas and two weeks in Mexico this year," she said.

"Let's make it Vegas," said Dr. Madison. "Tell him tonight you're anxious to go as soon as possible and for him to request time tomorrow. Once the dates for the vacation are confirmed, call me back for more instructions."

The vacation was scheduled for a month later, and Dr. Madison told Angela that she was to prepare for the trip as she normally would, without telling Rich that the week would be devoted to therapy. She told Angela to only share the information about the trip with the friends and family she usually told about vacations, giving the dates but not where they would be staying. And she was to pack the suitcases and tell Rich that they needed to be at the airport at ten on Saturday morning.

"Who could that be?" said Rich when the doorbell rang at eight on the morning of the trip. "I'm not even dressed."

"I'll see who it is," said Angela, who was in her robe. In a few minutes, she returned, leading Dr. Madison and two young women into their master bedroom.

"Hi Rich," said Dr. Madison. "You can relax. You aren't going anywhere. Today is the first day of therapy, and the vacation was to make sure there would be no distractions. It's going to be a staycation, right here.

"Don't be angry at Angela. She might have suspected what we were doing, but I never told her, and she was also getting ready to go to the airport with you and your luggage.

"You can call these young ladies Athena and Minerva. They are my assistants and talented in many areas, including videography. That's what all this equipment is for. We're setting up your bedroom like a movie studio, and we'll have multiple cameras shooting the therapy from many angles, including closeups by Athena, Minerva and sometimes me.

"Why don't you and Angela go down and have breakfast now, and I'll call you when we're ready. Make it a hearty breakfast, because for the next seven days, you'll be getting a lot of exercise. I know your refrigerator and pantry are depleted because you weren't expecting to be home, but we've also brought you lots of healthy food, and Athena and Minerva are gourmet cooks.

"Just so you know, Rich, Angela doesn't know any more about what's going to happen than you do, so don't get into any heavy conversations down there."

An hour later, Dr. Madison summoned them and showed them around the room, explaining all the video equipment, how the cameras were synchronized to a master switch, and how the footage would be edited into a polished production that they could review whenever they needed to.

"To reduce the therapy to its simplest terms," said Dr. Madison, "the two of you are going to make love for the next seven days. As you do so, Athena, Minerva and I will assist you in moving from your present situation of frustration for Angela to a situation that is fulfilling to both of you. You don't need to think at all. All you need to do is follow our instructions.

"So let's get started. We're going to want you to use many positions as we go through this, because we'll be looking to identify those that are most stimulating to each of you, but for this first session, it will be freestyle. The two of you should take off your clothes now and get into bed and do things the way you want to."

Angela and Rich chose the missionary position, and when they had finished, Dr. Madison congratulated them. "I know you've been having sex at least twice a day since I last saw you, Rich, and I told Angela to not make love with you for the last three days so you'd be very excited today," she said. "Despite that, you were able to hold back until she climaxed. That is a great start, because it shows me that you are able and willing to solve your problem. Here's the schedule for the rest of the day.

"First, you'll split up. Angela will spend her usual forty-five minutes on the treadmill while Rich watches some video on the big flat screen downstairs. We've brought many hours of educational video, much of it pornography, so you'll be spending more time watching other people than doing things yourself.

"After Angela finishes and showers, she'll go to the TV while Rich exercises. Then it's time for a hearty lunch and discussion of some of the things you both saw in the videos."

"After that it's bedtime again, and maybe a chance to put some of what you've seen into your lovemaking. Once the sex session is over, the afternoon will be pretty much like the morning -- exercise and video. Then comes your gourmet dinner, followed by the final session in bed. I guarantee you'll sleep well tonight.

"It will be the same every day. Did you know that the more fit you are, the better sex is? You're both fit already, so this week will be like a spa vacation, and you'll feel even better when it's over than you do now."

Rich was required to be naked from the waist down while he was watching the videos, and Athena and Minerva sat with him. They had changed into skimpy outfits that barely covered anything, and when their large natural breasts weren't jiggling in their tiny halters, their legs seemed to be spread wide enough that large patches of pubic hair were visible at the crotch of their tight shorts. Between those views and the videos, Rich found himself getting aroused, and when the two women verbally admired the size of his equipment, it got him even harder.

During the sex session after lunch, he tried to hold back like he had in the morning, but he came inside of Angela within a few minutes. They had started in the missionary position again, and once he caught his breath and slowly got off of Angela, he saw Dr. Madison and the goddesses, as he had nicknamed Athena and Minerva, looking at him. He was glad to see they didn't seem angry.

He sat down on the side of the bed while Angela remained on her back breathing deeply. Minerva came and sat down next to him, and before he knew it, she reached down between his legs and fondled his testicles. He flinched and she removed her hand.

"No, don't sit up, Angela. Just lie there like that. Athena is going to place a pillow under your rear to elevate it a little. There. Stay just like that while I talk to Rich.

"Rich, as you know, you satisfied yourself, and you did it before Angela could orgasm, so you left her frustrated. This is the problem we are here to solve. Whenever this happens from now on, you will be responsible for helping her climax. Your organ is too soft to do any good for her now, so you will be using your tongue."

"But I can't," Rich said.

"Oh yes, you can," said Dr. Madison. "This is what's called aversion therapy. In order for Angela to be fulfilled, you will have to not only taste and smell her sweaty vagina, but you will also be smelling, tasting and swallowing what you deposited into it.

"See that plastic bowl that Athena is putting right next to Angela's legs. When you have to, you can use that bowl. In a couple of days, I don't think it will be necessary anymore, because you'll learn to control your impulse to gag and regurgitate. I can't promise that you will ever learn to like the smell and taste of all the things you will be smelling and tasting, but at least you'll be able to endure them.

"No," said Rich, and he began to stand up. "Ow!"

"Sit down, Rich," said Dr. Madison, "before you hurt yourself. Good. Now look down between your legs as Minerva pulls on the string that she attached to your testicles. See how they are coming out between your legs. OK, stop there, Minerva.

"She put a slip knot around them, and it's going to stay there for the rest of the therapy. It's sort of like the string around a Yo-Yo. It's thin but strong, and when it's loose, you'll barely feel it. The only thing it's there for is to make sure you do what I tell you to do.




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"If you follow instructions, the string will stay slack and you can ignore it. But if you ignore me, whoever is holding the string will give it a little tug -- like that. I see you felt that. That's to remind you to listen and follow instructions.

"If you continue to ignore the instructions, someone will pull it gently, like Minerva is doing now. It will slowly stretch your testicle sack and cause discomfort. See how it's being stretched. OK, stop there, Minerva.

"Right now, you're in some discomfort and a little pain. But if Minerva pulls any more, the pain increases enormously. If you continued to ignore the instructions, she theoretically could pull the string so far that your testicles would rip right off your body and we'd have to call an ambulance. 

"That's also what would happen if you attempt any kind of physical response. Athena, Minerva and I are trained in how to handle violent patients, so we're not afraid for ourselves or Angela, but that kind of struggle would probably result in the string doing damage to you.

"You would be patched up at the hospital, but when testicles aren't attached, they die quickly, so your manhood would be gone. You might still be able to satisfy Angela, mostly with your mouth, but it might not be enough because she's used to having sex with a real man. So she might have to look outside your marriage for satisfaction and make you a cuckold. You'd also lose some muscle strength and probably other masculine traits. But I'm sure none of that is going to happen, because you're a smart man.

"Now it's time for you to get between Angela's legs. Minerva, a little tug please. There. That's how you need to respond to my orders, Rich. OK, sit there like that and face her. Now gently put your hands on each knee and spread them wide apart. Good.

"Now lean forward. You see her vagina is elevated and she's falling back off the pillows that are pushing it up. Get on your knees and move your head closer. Look at her thick pubic hair. It's all matted because of the sweaty sex you just had with her. Do you smell her rich woman's smell? Do you see anything else? Maybe just a fleck, because most of it is deep inside her, where you deposited it.

"Athena, please slide that clear plastic sheet beneath the pillows under Angela's butt. Good. We're all ready. Rich, you need to be careful as you bring Angela to orgasm. You don't want any of your semen to fall on the plastic sheet, because not only will you have to lick it up, but you will have to submit to more aversion therapy after Angela has her orgasm.

"So I want you to start with your tongue just above Angela's anus and lick up. That way, you can catch anything that comes out of her before it falls onto the plastic sheet. OK, bend your head down a little more and stick your tongue out. Take your time but keep moving or Minerva will have to give you a reminder.

"There's your tongue now. Just a couple more inches and it will be touching that wet hair. Oops! I hear you, Rich. Grab that plastic bowl. It's big, so don't worry. Let it all come out. Just let it go. It's not a problem. OK, let's wait to see if there's any more there.

"You're breathing normally again, Rich. This is good. The aversion therapy works this way. Athena is taking the bowl away and will wash it out and bring it back. Here's a glass of water for you to drink so you don't get dehydrated.

"OK. Athena's back with the bowl. Let's start again and see if we can get further this time. Minerva, I think he needs a reminder. That's it. Easy does it. Don't try to hold back the gagging. Just let it happen. Now I need to see the tongue.

"You did it. You took a lick before you gagged. Did you feel that, Angela? OK, time for another lick. Just a little one. Good. No gagging that time. Just keep going and gradually lick higher. But always start at the bottom to make sure there's nothing falling on the plastic sheet.

"Good, that was a long one. Keep going. Oh, I think you got to a white spot there. Grab the bowl again. Just let go. Don't hold back. See, there's not much left inside. Athena, please clean out the bowl again.

"Good, drink some water. You can start before Athena comes back. This time I want you to lick all the way up to the bottom of the vaginal lips. You'll probably taste a little semen there, but now you know how it tastes, and it won't be so bad. There you go. A little gagging but that's all.

"OK, you don't need to go all the way back down anymore, because all the rest of the come seems to be inside Angela. So from now on, just lick gently from the bottom of her vagina lips to the top. They've closed up like a little clam, so there's nothing coming out now.

"There you go. Just lightly lick from the bottom to the top. Your tongue is barely touching her, but I can see she's getting stimulated. Look where you're licking. That's why we have all the lights aimed there. See the crack. Does it seem to be opening a little? Do you see a bit of red now between the lips. Keep caressing her with your tongue, just lightly.

"Now, it's starting to really open. It's bright red inside, and there are some patches of white. You've got to start licking harder now from the bottom all the way to her clitoris. Just lick up, so that none of the white stuff falls out. That's it. OK, lift up your head and take some deep breaths and control the gagging.

"Good, now back down. Lick hard. As she opens up, more of your come will want to come out, and you're going to have to take it in your mouth and swallow it. Don't stop now. Minerva, he needs a reminder. Good. Just keep licking from the bottom to the top. There. You just made your first swallow, and it wasn't the end of the world. You can do it.

"Keep going with those long slow strokes. I see your stuff starting to pour into your mouth. Time to swallow again. Good. There's not one drop that's escaped yet. Stick your tongue in deeper.

"Oh, look what Angela is doing. She's putting her legs around your head and forcing you deeper inside her. I think she's excited by what your tongue is doing and also by imagining you eating all the come from inside her. She's going to have a great orgasm soon.

"She let you go. Look at your face. It's covered in come. She's starting to breathe faster and make little noises. Time to stick the tongue in deep and get all the rest of your come out, because you need to move on. That's it, and no gagging either. You're doing great.

"I don't see any more white, so move your tongue up to her clitoris, like you saw in that video. Now flick it as fast as you can. Do you feel how she's responding. I'll bet you never heard her making that sound. She's almost there.

"Wow! Did you see her body thrashing around like a fish in a pail. I think you gave her a couple of orgasms. You ate her cream pie like a champ. Now let her rest for a second. She has a broad smile on her face.

"OK, Angela, it's time to reward Rich. He didn't spill one drop and totally satisfied you. Get up and give him a big kiss and stick your tongue in as deep as you can. Yes, it's necessary. If you want to use his bowl, you can, but I don't think you'll need to.

"There you go. Share that taste in his mouth. You two are in this together. OK, you can take turns cleaning up in the bathroom, and then it's the treadmill for Rich and the videos for Angela."

Though Rich was tired from his second treadmill session and the two bouts of lovemaking, watching the videos half naked with Athena and Minerva aroused him again, and he didn't last much longer in the evening sex session than he did in the afternoon.

He only threw up once when he was eating his cream pie from Angela this time, and she came three times. As she was doing that, she pushed his head hard into her with her hands, wiped her slimy vagina all over his face and howled like an animal.

When she let him go and he lifted his face up, it was shiny from her fluids and streaked with white from his semen. Dr. Madison and the goddesses burst into laughter.

"Admit it, Rich," said Dr. Madison, "you've never seen or heard Angela like that. She's never going to divorce you now, because she knows no other man can give her what you just did. And you'll get your reward, too.

"But right now, you get just the opposite, because the aversion therapy is cumulative. Each time you come before Angela, you will not only have to satisfy her and eat your cream pie, but something additional will be added to remind you that you didn't achieve your goal.

"The additional things will keep adding up and becoming more humiliating, disgusting and painful until there's finally a breakthrough. After that, come the rewards and the positive reinforcement, which you'll enjoy.

"But now I want Angela to get off the bed, and Minerva will hand the string to Athena and take off her top, shorts and panties. Now, Rich will lie down on his back, and Minerva will get on top of him in the 69 position. Angela, please be so good as to put some pillows under Rich's head to lift it up. There, that's far enough.

"OK, we're ready. Rich, Minerva has been getting so excited by the proceedings here that she snuck off for a while this morning and went to her boyfriend's house. He's a huge bruiser, and he filled her up with his thick white semen. I told Minerva to keep his stuff warm inside her in case we needed it.

"Can you smell how strong it is, Rich, as Minerva is lowering her big bush on top of your mouth? Yes, in a minute you are going to enjoy some cream pie that is steaming. Try not to think of it. Just do what you did to Angela a little while ago, except upside down.

"Athena, I think he needs a little tug. That's it, Rich, lick up and down Minerva, from just above her little wrinkled anus down to the start of her vaginal lips. There's a little come there for an appetizer. Then you'll move on to her big, fat lips, and as she gets excited, they'll open, and her boyfriend's hot jism will pour out into your mouth.

"There's so much of it that you may have trouble swallowing it fast enough, so it may go up your nose and cover your face. Right now, you're a little streaky, but by the time Minerva has her orgasm, you'll probably be painted white from your forehead to your chin. It burns a little when it gets into your eyes, but not too much.

"There, I see Minerva is starting to respond to your talented tongue, and I see some of the hot come starting to flow. Another tug, please, Athena. Yes, Rich, keep going like that. Enjoy your meal."

Minerva had three orgasms, and with each one, her body rose and slammed down on Rich like a sledgehammer. The only sounds were little squeaks that came from her mouth and the splashing of the come covering his face. When she finished, she lay on top of him panting for almost five minutes and then got up and went to the bathroom.

She came back with a warm wet towel and gently cleaned his face up. Then she leaned over and gave him a kiss and said, softly, "Thank you so much, Rich."

"We're not done yet," announced Dr. Madison. "Since we have to compress everything into a few days, starting this time, we're going to do at least two sessions at a time. I'm going to try for three if I see we're not moving along fast enough.

"So, Angela, you need to arouse your husband. He's exhausted from satisfying you and Minerva, so you're going to have to do the work this time. Use your mouth."

"But I told you I don't do that," said Angela.

"From now on you do," said Dr. Madison. "I warned you that this might be hard on both of you. Today you're only going to use your mouth to arouse him until he's ready for you to mount. Practice some of the techniques you've been watching on the videos and see which ones get him most excited. Aren't you grateful for what he just gave you, or are you as selfish and childish as Rich has been?"

Angela didn't answer, but the gusto that she performed with made her gratitude clear. It took her only a few minutes to make him hard.

"OK, now ride him slowly and figure out what feels good to you, then speed up until you come again," said Dr. Madison.

As Angela began to speed up, Rich struggled and tried to hold back, but he couldn't. When Dr. Madison saw that he was beginning to come, she told Angela to sit on him so his semen would go deep inside and not leak out. Then she told her to get on her hands and knees with her rear in the air while pillows were put under Rich's head. When all was ready, he began to work on her like he had Minerva. He was too exhausted to protest.

There wasn't as much come from his second shot, so Angela was soon cleaned out as she enjoyed another orgasm from Rich's licking. When they were finished, Dr. Madison said, "As I told you, Rich, the aversion therapy continues to get stronger. It turns out Athena also has a boyfriend, and he likes anal. She gave her ass to him last night, and he made a huge deposit in it. She's getting on top of you right now, and you're already in the right position with the pillows.

"No, don't move your head. Minerva, please tug the string. Rich, your head is off the pillows. Please keep still while Minerva positions it. Rich, you're not cooperating. Minerva, a tug please. Rich, you're still not listening.

"Minerva, don't tug this time, but gently pull the string up. That's it, very slowly and carefully. We don't want any accidents. See how the balls are coming up from between his legs and the sack is stretching. Rich, as soon as you lift your head onto the pillows, Minerva will stop pulling. The sack is really getting thin now. Yes, go ahead and scream, Rich. We know you are in tremendous pain and you are telling us you really don't want to eat out Athena's anus.

"Your screams are getting higher in pitch now, like your voice will be once you don't have any balls. It looks like the sack is about to rip apart. Stop, Minerva. Just stay like that. Angela, please lift Rich's head up for a second so he can see how far out he's stretched and how close he is to ripping apart. That's it.

"OK, Minerva. Slowly let the string get looser until he's back to normal. Let's give him a chance to lift his head up for the pillows. Rich, please do what I say now. He's not responding, Minerva, so please start pulling gently again. Oh, that's good, Rich. Drop the string, Minerva.

"I knew you were a smart man, Rich. Eating come from Athena's ass is much better than the alternative. OK, she's moving it over you. Now look up as she pulls apart her cheeks. See, there's nothing but the sweaty hair in her ass crack for you to lick, so start with that.

"That's it, back and forth, back and forth. Now, Athena told me she has a little gas that she's been holding in. She's going to move her rear and lower it so that your nice nose is going right into her hole. I love the way you're squirming and gagging, Rich. You're really getting into this.

"OK, I see your nose has disappeared inside her. You can let go, now, Athena. Wow! That was a loud one. Look at this. There's come in your mouth, Rich. She farted the semen inside her anus right into your nose so hard that it went up your nostrils and came down in your mouth. Let's see if she can do it the other way, too.

"She's moving her anus over your mouth. You're closing it, but your nostrils are full of come, so you'll soon be opening it again to breathe. When you do, get ready, because she's going to keep on firing come into it. Swallow fast so you don't choke, and spit it out when you can.

"That's it. Open your mouth for a deep breath, and there goes the first explosion. That sounded like a canon. This session is going to look great on the video." After eating the semen out of Minerva's anus, Rich took a shower and he and Angela went to bed.

The next morning, there was another double session. For the first one, Rich performed perfectly, but he noticed Angela seemed a bit upset after it was over.

He also noticed that before they started the second time, she kept on sucking him long after he was hard, until he was nearly over the edge, so he came quickly once she got on top of him. He had to eat a double helping of his semen from her vagina, and it made her into an animal again.

When he had finished, Dr. Madison said, "Minerva and Athena are ready with fresh loads of hot cream pie for you, Rich, but before we do that, let's begin with the new aversion. Do you feel it? That's Minerva's finger going into your anus.

"Watch, Angela. See how he's squirming and trying to get away, but no matter which way he moves, Minerva's finger is moving with him and going in and out when he stops for a second. She put a lot of lube on her finger so she won't hurt Rich.

"Now, he's getting up, but Minerva is getting up with him. They're moving around the room together. He can't get that finger loose. That's enough for now, Minerva. Let's get to the vaginal and anal cream pies, so there's time for the videos and exercise before lunch."

The session after lunch was the most successful yet. After Rich performed perfectly twice, Dr. Madison said, "OK, we're going for three for Rich. He did so well, that you're going to give him some positive reinforcement, Angela. I want you to give him the best head that you can. Start slowly and use only your mouth and head while you manipulate his balls with your hands.

"He's come twice, so it will take a little while, and don't hurry it. I want a huge orgasm from him. Don't worry, there's not a lot of come left in him, Angela, but I want you to suck it all out, then open your mouth wide and manipulate it a little so he can see it before you swallow. After you swallow, you can give him a deep kiss.

That night, Rich failed at the second try, and Minerva inserted two fingers into him and followed him around the room for a while. "That's right, Rich," said Dr. Madison. "There's one more finger going in each time."

The morning session went well the next day. Rich held back even though Dr. Madison put them through some exotic and unusual positions. But both sessions after lunch were failures, and Minerva's third and fourth fingers inside Rich brought him from discomfort to pain, and his face was grimacing while he moaned loudly as she pushed them in and out.

When the session was finished, Dr. Madison said, "Before tonight's session, Rich, you are going to get two enemas to clean you out, and then, if Minerva needs to put her whole hand into you, we're going to fill you up with grease to prevent her from hurting you as much as we can."

Fear kept Rich from coming at all in the first night time session, but Angela made sure with her mouth that he would shoot quickly on the second try. When a huge scream and heavy panting signaled Minerva's hand going into him to the wrist, Dr. Madison said, "Minerva is just going to leave her hand inside you for a few minutes this time, Rich, and then she'll carefully remove it by squeezing her hand together and putting the thumb in between her other fingers.

"But let me tell you what will happen if you fail again. She is going to twist the hand around inside you and then work it in and out slowly at first and keep increasing the speed."

"The next time she will do the same thing with her hand in a fist. After that, she'll start punching your anus and pulling out the whole fist. Then she'll start adding fingers from her other hand and eventually both of them will be going in and out of you.

"I'm sure we won't have to get that far, but in case you are still unresponsive, the next step is hard caning on your butt, followed by squeezing and spanking of your penis and testicles. I've only had to go that far with one man. It was so effective that I've thought about moving it up in the therapy. But I still feel that gradually increasing the pain and humiliation is better than overwhelming the patient."

The next day, Dr. Madison asked Angela if she'd like to take over the fisting, and Angela eagerly agreed. She got up to two fingers of her second hand before Rich was cured. At least Dr. Madison pronounced him cured. He had gone through six sessions -- and some heavy sucking by Angela -- without a lapse. Angela had swallowed a lot of his come for positive reinforcement.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 11: Premature



"It didn't even take a week," said Dr. Madison, "but I think that's because both of you were motivated. The girls and I are going to pack up and leave now. When we do, I suggest you stay away from each other. Try not to even eat at the same time.

"Once you're officially back from Vegas on Saturday, you can go out and see friends separately, but don't do anything together and talk as little as possible. You've been on overload, and you need time to recover. Your bodies will tell you when you're ready for each other again, and once they come together, you can go back to normal. It might take a week or two, so don't be impatient."

It didn't take that long. On the sixth day when he came home from work, they looked at each other a long time, and she walked halfway up the stairs and turned around to look at him again to see if he was following. He was.

It was an exhausting session of lovemaking during which Rich held back through two of her orgasms and then surprised her by going down on her after the third time. He didn't lap up his come the way Dr. Madison had forced him to do, but he did give her another orgasm.

Afterward, they lay next to each other and finally began talking.

"I spoke to Dr. Madison," said Angela, "because I had some questions. Did you know that all the come you ate was yours? The reason she had me offering you sex two or three times a day before the therapy was to collect your come. It was hiding in a container on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. I got almost two quarts.

"When they came here, they heated it up and injected it into Athena and Minerva with a turkey baster. It smelled and tasted different from your fresh stuff because heating made it a lot stronger. And she told me that both girls' anuses were totally clean for your protection. She just made up her story to humiliate you more.

"I love you so much for eating my cream pie just now, and I'm going to show you how much I appreciate it by giving you great oral and swallowing your come next time. I hope we can keep on doing things like that for each other.

"I asked Dr. Madison about one thing that I was curious about. When I was putting my hand into you, I got so excited that I had an orgasm without even touching myself. She said that wasn't unusual.

"I asked her if I could use the string and do that to you if you were mean to me or yelled at me in front of other people or forgot our anniversary or things like that, but she said no way. That was only for the therapy.

"But she did say that if you agreed to let me, it was OK to do anything. I told her you would never agree. Yes, I see you're nodding. She told me that you might if the price was right and made some suggestions.

"So don't answer me right now, but think about this. If I let you do anal with me, would you let me fist you? Since anal doesn't hurt as much as fisting, I'd give you two anals for one fist, and I wouldn't do anything beyond one hand to the wrist. You could pound my ass as hard and as long as you wanted each time.

"If that's not enough, maybe I can come up with something else you'd like, or maybe you can think of some things. Don't worry. I'm willing to listen to anything, no matter how horrible it sounds. You might be surprised at what I'd be willing to do."



Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 12: Milkshake



Many thanks to Wanting2BDesired and wickedinside for editing and improving this story. 

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"Sorry, Jeremy, not tonight."

"What's wrong, Celia?" he said as she moved away from him to the other side of the bed. When she got there, she turned and faced him.

"You know what's wrong," she said.

"No I don't," he said.

"Never mind," she said. "I have some bad news and some good news for you, Jeremy. Do you care which I tell you first?"

"No," he said. He was irritated because she rarely turned him down unless she wasn't feeling well, and then she explained why. This time she hadn't given him any excuse.

"OK. The bad news is I'm not going to make love to you again until you go to a lab and get tested for STDs. The good news is that if the lab gives you a clean bill of health, you can put your rubbers away, because I'll make love to you without anything, like you've asked me to."

"I don't understand," he said. "You always want me to wear a rubber because you are scared of getting pregnant even though you're on the pill. And what's with the lab tests?"

He looked at her and saw her gazing at him with a strange expression. Then she said, "I'm not having a discussion about this, Jeremy. I just told you how things are. Now it's your decision."

He tried a couple more times to get her to talk about it, but she turned her back to him, and he couldn't tell if she was awake or asleep. Finally, he gave up.

The next morning, he asked her again what was bothering her.

"I said all I have to say last night," she said. "We're not having sex until you get those tests done."

"Okay, okay," he said, "but I think there's something bothering your pretty little brain, and I wish you'd tell me what it is."

He looked at her, and again he saw her looking at him with the same expression as last night. But she didn't say anything as she gathered her purse and laptop and walked out.

He went to a medical lab in his office complex during his lunch break and had the work done. A few days later, the lab called and said he could pick up his test results. When he presented them at dinner, all she said was, "Thank you."

From that night on, their sex life was different. In a way, it was better than any fantasy he could have imagined. Jeremy hadn't had sex without a condom since he was a foolhardy teenager. Even though he and Celia were exclusive, she always made him use one because of her phobia about getting pregnant. He noticed immediately how much better it felt when they were making love. At first, he was so stimulated and excited that he came almost immediately, and he was worried that Celia would be angry. But she never said a word.

Once he got more used to the feeling, he could control himself better, and he enjoyed watching her multiple orgasms almost as much as he enjoyed his own. He made an effort to extend their sessions and maximize their pleasure, because he found that once he came, Celia lost all interest, whether she had come or not. As soon as he was soft, she jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she returned, she didn't respond to him anymore, although sometimes he noticed her crying as she moved away from him.

What really surprised him is that she also took him in her mouth occasionally. Early in their relationship, she had told him how the thought of that made her ill, so he never brought it up. Now each time she did it, she apologized to him in advance. "Jeremy, I've got to get up really early for an appointment tomorrow morning," she might say. "Do you mind if I use my mouth tonight?"

Did he mind? She was a magician with her tongue, and her suction was so strong that within a few minutes he almost exploded in pleasure. She sucked every drop out of him and then jumped up and ran to the bathroom. From the expression on her face, he could tell she hated the taste of his semen.

If it's so disgusting to her, why does she do it? he thought. She said it was because she was in a hurry. Why didn't she just explain why she had no time for sex? That's what she used to do. He may have been disappointed for a few seconds, but he never said anything because he understood.

Why all of a sudden did she want to get him off even when it nauseated her. He thought about asking her, but he hesitated. If he questioned her, she might stop, and it felt so great. So he continued to enjoy it and then feel guilty afterwards.

Outside of bed, their relationship was friendly, but she seemed cooler to him than when they first met in a yoga class and had fallen hard for each other. Their relationship had been a fiery one, but now they never argued anymore. Jeremy sort of missed the fights, because he got really turned on when Celia was angry and combative, and she was affected the same way. The arguments usually ended with them making passionate love.

The sex they had now was less emotional and more raw and animalistic. It was also more frequent -- nearly every night. She came up with new ideas to excite him. It seemed like a contest. She would try to stimulate him to come fast, and he would try to hold out as long as he could. Often a new position or movement would get him off quickly, and she'd use it again and again until he got used to it and could hold back longer. Then she'd move on to something else.

The first time she suggested anal, he almost fell over. She had told him early in their relationship that she would never do that. Now she was the one suggesting it.

When they tried it, he could tell she hated it even more than giving him oral. The first time, she made him do it doggy style. He couldn't see her face, which was buried in a pillow. But he heard strange muffled sounds and her body twitched and squirmed. After he came, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom crying. He figured it was the last time they would ever do that, but he was wrong.

She walked gingerly for a few days, but she never mentioned the pain. A week later she said she wanted to try again. This time, she started with oral and asked him to tell her when he was nearly ready to come. Then she took her mouth off of him, handed him the lube and turned around and got on her hands and knees. Once he was inside her, she pushed her ass hard at him, and he was buried in her. Before he had time to do anything else, she began pulling forward and pushing backward rapidly, bumping hard into him. Within a minute, he had come inside her and she was headed for the bathroom. He smiled at her trick to shorten her anal agony. And then he frowned. Why was she using tricks instead of just telling him she didn't like it? He had never pressured her to do anything that was uncomfortable for her. He thought about asking her, but he never did.

Sometimes he wished she didn't always go for the wild stuff. He missed the tenderness and the intimacy of the old days. He noticed they hardly ever caressed or kissed now. But how could he complain when she was giving him super orgasms nearly every night?

A couple of months after the fantasy sex began, he asked her at dinner, "What's in the big plastic container in the freezer? I noticed it the other day, but I forgot to ask you, and I see it's still there."

"That's a milkshake I'm making for you," she said.

"What?" he said. "I haven't had a milkshake since I was a kid. And this doesn't look like ice cream? What is it?"

"I told you," she said. "It's a milkshake for you. It's made from your cream. I'm keeping it in the freezer until you're ready to eat it."

He looked at her. She had that same expression on her face that she had when she told him to get the tests done. He also noticed the expression sometimes when one of her new techniques got him off so fast that she was barely aroused. She never said anything, but she had that expression. It looked like she was satisfied and displeased as the same time.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he said. "Is that my come that you've frozen?"

"That's right," she said.

"What for?" he said.

"It's your milkshake, and I'm going to feed it to you when you're ready."

"What's gotten into you, Celia? This is crazy. Why would I ever eat my own come?"

"I do," she said.

"Yes, I wondered about that," he said. "I can tell you hate it, so why are you doing it?"

"Because I'm collecting your cream for your milk shake," she said.

"So you spit it out and save it and then freeze it," he said. "Is that what you're doing?"

"Yes," she said.

"But there's a lot in there," he said.

"I collect cream almost every night," she said.

"You mean, you've been saving all my come from inside you, too?" he said. "How do you do that? No, don't tell me. Why are you doing this, Celia?"

"It's for the special milkshake that I'm going to feed you when you're ready."

"I'm never going to be ready for that, Celia. I know there are some strange guys out there who like that sort of stuff. I like the wild things we do, but I'm not that kinky. Do you take the semen out of your ass, too, when I come in there? Oh my god! You're sick, Celia."

"No, I'm not, Jeremy," she said. "I made sure of that. When you had sex with Teresa, you could have caught something. You know that she does it with almost anybody. She has an amazing body, but she's very reckless. I think she has a death wish, because she doesn't care whether they use condoms. But, lucky for you, she didn't give you anything."

Jeremy stared at her and didn't say anything for a minute.

"I'm sorry, Celia," he said finally. "I was stupid. We were drunk, and I didn't even realize what I had done until the next day. I was going to tell you when you came home from your trip, but I was scared, and also, I didn't want to hurt you. Please don't cry. It wasn't anything. I swear that it was only that one time, and it will never happen again."

Celia shook her head and wiped her eyes. "You're right, Jeremy," she said, "I'm making sure you don't have the time or energy to cheat on me again. Have you been enjoying the last couple of months?"

"So that's what this all about," Jeremy said. "I felt something wasn't right about this."

"You never said a word, Jeremy," she said. "You knew something was going on, but you're so selfish that you just took what I gave you, because you thought that if you asked me why, it might stop. I'm right, aren't I? I know you so well. Do you know anyone more selfish and immature than you are?"

He said nothing for a while, and then he spoke in a soft voice. "Celia, I won't argue about this," he said, "because you are absolutely right. I'm the most shallow and self-centered person I know. You've given me plenty of opportunities to grow up, and I know I haven't responded.

"You probably won't believe me, but I've been thinking about this myself. I see some guys who are older than me still doing the same stuff, and I think they are pathetic. I don't want to be one of those losers. I don't want to lose you. I know I can't change in a day, but I'm ready to try. Will you help me?"

"I don't think so," said Celia. "You'll have to get help from your next girlfriend, who doesn't know you like I know you. But you're right about one thing, I don't believe you."

"Will you at least give me a chance, Celia?" he said. "You know how nervous I am about the word 'love.' Right now, I feel like I want to say it, but I can't because I want to understand it and mean it when I say it. If you give me a chance, I think I can change."

"I think it's too late," said Celia. "Too much has happened."

"Does that mean we're through?" he said. 

"I think so," she said.

"If that's how you feel, why didn't you throw me out when you found out about Teresa," he said. "Why have you been giving me all this crazy sex? It's almost like you were rewarding me for cheating."

"I was collecting the cream for your milkshake," she said.

"Please stop bringing that up," he said. "You give me the willies when you talk like that. I don't know what's happening to us, but I don't want you to mention that again."

"OK," she said. "Not until you're ready to enjoy it."

"I'll never be ready," he said.

"Oh, yes you will, but I can wait," she said.

That was enough for Jeremy. He left the kitchen and went to the living room and watched television until he got tired. She was in bed reading when he came upstairs, but he ignored her. She didn't say anything or touch him, and after he lay down and turned his back to her, she turned off the light and went to sleep.

The same thing happened the next two nights. While he was watching TV, he couldn't concentrate on the programs. He was thinking about them splitting, and it made him depressed. Did she want him to leave? Was she looking for another apartment, or would she move in with one of her friends?

She didn't say anything to him. On the third night, he began thinking that maybe he could get her to change her mind. He turned to her and put his right hand over her nightgown on top of her breast. She closed her book and put it on her nightstand and turned to him. He saw she was crying and shaking, but when he tried to say something, she put her hand on his mouth. Then she sucked him like a vacuum cleaner and he came in two minutes. She sucked until he was soft and then jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When she came back, she lay down with her back to him and turned off the light.

The fantasy sex resumed the next night. It was better than ever, he thought. Whenever he was getting something out of the freezer, he saw the plastic container, and it was getting fuller. There was over a quart of sperm in there. After a few weeks, he decided he had to end her craziness, even if it meant he would lose her. He realized suddenly that he cared more about that than the frenzied sex.

"Celia," he announced at dinner. "That thing is still in the freezer, and it's really bothering me. Please throw it out."

"No," she said. "I won't. I told you I'm going to feed that milkshake to you when you're ready."

"This has to stop," he said. "When I come back from my business trip, I want to talk seriously about us. And if that container isn't gone, I'm going to get rid of it myself."

Celia said nothing. When they went to bed, he didn't approach her for sex. He had trouble falling asleep because he was really scared that she was going to leave him. Is this what they call love? He thought. It really sucks.

He arrived home late two nights later, and she greeted him at the door in one of her sexiest negligees. He was aroused immediately, and he put down his suitcase and followed her up the stairs.

He blinked when he walked in the bedroom. The lighting was much brighter than normal, and he looked around.

"I'm trying something new tonight," she said. "The extra lights are so we can clearly see what our naked bodies look like as we're doing what we're doing."

"That sounds exciting, Celia," he said as he took off his clothes. She was already naked and lying on her back when he got to the bed. This time she didn't try to get him off quickly like she had been doing. She led him leisurely through some variations of the missionary position, and when he was getting excited looking at her flush face and the bouncing of her large beautiful, she even slowed things down a little to keep him from finishing.

Then she put her arms around him and pulled him tight and rolled sideways. He rolled with her until she was on top of him. She let go of him and sat up, looking at him. He saw her crying as she leaned over him and brushed her beautiful breasts back and forth across his chest.

She was kneeling with one leg on either side of him, and she slowly lifted up her rear. He felt her tightening her inside muscles around him as she moved up. He was so aroused that he was trying with all his might to keep from coming. When his penis was nearly falling out of her, she loosened up and slowly lowered herself until she was sitting on him again.

She kept doing this, and each time, she increased the pace. Eventually, she felt like a jackhammer with her butt slamming down on him so fast that he felt like he was being pounded into pieces before she gradually slowed down again.

Her face had a frenzied look as she was slamming into him, but when she stopped, he looked up and saw she was crying again. She leaned down and put her mouth to his, and he felt her tongue pushing deep into him and his face getting wet from his tears. When she ended the kiss, both of them were breathless. He looked at her, but this time she avoided his eyes and quickly lifted off of him and turned around.

Now she was in the same position as before, with him inside of her, except she was facing his feet, and his view was of her firm round butt. He knew once he saw that ass moving up and down, he wouldn't last long. She didn't start moving it right away. First she played with his testicles. He felt her warm hands holding them, manipulating them and gently moving them in various ways. Then her rear started going up.

She spread her legs, so he got an amazing view as his penis disappeared into her vagina and then reappeared again. She had barely gotten started before he let out a huge groan and unleashed his come inside her. When she heard his voice, she immediately stopped moving and sat down hard on him as he spurted.

She didn't move or say anything, and neither did he. He felt himself getting soft inside her, and she must have also, because she lifted her butt into the air and leaned forward until her face was on the bed. Then with her hands, she slowly pushed herself up and his limp penis fell out of her.

He watched her movements with curiosity. Usually at this point, she was rushing to the bathroom to save the semen for that container in the freezer. He had forgotten about that container until now. He wondered if she had thrown it out. If she hadn't, he was going to do that as soon as she got off of him. It bothered him to even think about it in there.

Then he felt a sudden sharp pain in his testicles, and he realized she was talking to him.

"I'm sorry about that, Jeremy," she said. "I'll try not to do that again. Can you hear me, even though I'm facing away from you?"

"Yes," he said. "What was that?"

"You can't see it yet, but that was a slipknot attached to a thin string that I've looped around your balls. It's so thin that you can barely see it, but it's very strong, and when I pull it like I just did, it tightens around your sack. Think of it like a Yo-Yo string, and your ball sack is the Yo-Yo."

"What are you talking about, Celia?" he said. "Ow!"

"Please don't try to move, Jeremy, because I don't want to hurt you," she said. "Let me explain. I'm holding the string. If you move, it will make me jerk it like I just did. Now feel this. I'm not jerking, just slowly pulling the string up. I can see your balls lifting up from between your legs and your sack stretching. Can you feel that?"

"Yes, and it doesn't feel good," said Jeremy. "Please stop."

"Of course, Jeremy," said. "I'm letting the string drop now, so you won't even feel it's there. I just wanted to show you what would happen if you don't do what I tell you. When I tell you what to do, I'll give the string just a slight tug, like this, so you'll feel it, but it won't hurt you. If you still aren't doing what I tell you, I'll give a harder jerk. I won't do that now, but you felt one before. And if you still don't do it, I'll start pulling your balls away from your body like you felt just now.

"Your sack is very elastic, so I could really stretch it a long way, but eventually, it will rip, and if that happens, your balls will spill right out. That would be too bad, Jeremy, because you won't be a lying, cheating man anymore. You'll be a lying, cheating eunuch. But I'm not going to do that to you unless I have to. You're a smart man, so I'm sure you'll cooperate.




Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 12: Milkshake



"Since you're so smart, you know that you're much stronger than me. In a few seconds, you could easily throw my body off of you and overpower me. If you try that, maybe you can get me to loosen my grip on the string before I rip your testicles off. That string is wrapped around my hand pretty tight, so I don't think that's going to work, but I could be wrong.

"Even if I emasculate you, you might be able to punch me out, find a way to stop the bleeding and pound on the door of one of my neighbors to call 911 and get a surgeon over here in time to sew your balls back on before they die. I understand they don't last long once they're removed. I disconnected my phone and took it to my office, so it's not here tonight, and I hid both our cell phones where I don't think you'll find them, so knocking on doors will be faster for you.

"If that doesn't work, you can always get testosterone injections for the rest of your life, and pay for them out of the damages you'll win from me in court. And you'll have the satisfaction of knowing I'll be in prison for a long time. You see, I've thought about this a lot since I heard about you and Teresa. 

"I think you'll decide to avoid all the trauma and just enjoy your shake. That's all the string is really for. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to make sure you enjoy the shake, because I put a lot of time and effort into preparing it.

"I see you've noticed my friends. Yes, it's Violet, Daisy and Pansy. They've been filming us from behind the lights all this time, but now they're going to be moving in closer to get some close-ups of your meal."

"Please wait, Celia," said Jeremy. "I'm not ready for this. You always said you'd feed me your milkshake when I was ready. I promise you, I'm not ready. I can't do it. Can't you feel me shaking? I'm so afraid of that stuff that if any of it even just touched me, I think I would go to pieces, and you'd have to call in the men in the white suits. You always said you'd wait until I was ready, Celia. Was that a lie?"

"Of course not," said Celia. "I knew you were ready the other day when you told me you were going to throw away your milkshake. I couldn't let all that work go to waste.

"I don't think you understand the difference between ready and willing. You are ready to eat your milkshake, but you just aren't willing. I can't wait until you are willing, because that could take a long time. So you'll enjoy your shake today because you're ready, even though you're not willing."

"No! No! Celia, please," he said loudly. "Don't our two years together mean anything? How can you do this to me?"

"The time for talking is over, Jeremy," she said. "I hope you enjoyed how I made love to you just now, because it was our last time, and I wanted it to be special for you. And I hope you enjoyed our last kiss. Yes, we had some good times, and I had a fantasy that we would always be together, but you destroyed my fantasy with that slut, so today I'm back to reality.

"Now please don't say anything because I'm anxious to get done so we can both move on. Maybe we can both find true love. After you finish your milkshake, I promise you there will be no hard feelings on my part. I'll only remember the good times and I wish nothing but happiness for you in the future.

"Before your milkshake, you're going to have a fresh appetizer. You see how I've got my rear up high in the air. Right now, Violet is putting a couple of cushions under your head to lift it off the sheets a little. No, don't move or I'll have to jerk the string. That's it. A spirit of cooperation will avoid any pain.

"Now, I'm going to move back on your body until my butt is right above your head, and now I'm slowly lowering it, and Violet is helping to position it while Daisy and Pansy are filming. I'm watching everything on a monitor right in front of me, and the picture is crystal clear. I can even see a drop of your white cream on the tip of my hairy lips. It's just hanging there. I'm trying to hold all your stuff inside me, but that little bit escaped.

"Now Violet has placed me so that drop is right in front of your mouth. Please open your mouth and lick it up, Jeremy. I'm waiting, Jeremy. OK, I'll flick the string just a little to remind you that you need to do what I say.

"That didn't work, so I'm sorry, I'm going to have to jerk it once. I know that hurt. I could tell by your yell. But you still aren't licking the drop. Here's another jerk. I felt the tip of your tongue that time. I think you are ready to do it. I don't know why you stopped, but I think you can now feel me gently pulling your sack. I see your balls between your legs moving up to me slowly. How do you feel, Jeremy? They're getting higher. You should see how the sack is stretching. I see that you're starting to feel uncomfortable. I'll go very slowly, Jeremy, and I'll stop pulling the instant I see your tongue on the monitor and feel it licking that little drop. Wow! I didn't think you could stretch that far. Your balls are high in the air, and the membrane below them is getting awfully thin. It's almost transparent. I hear you panting fast. I guess you're worried about getting nauseous if you lick that one little drop. How bad could it taste? So bad that that you'd rather be castrated?

"Oh, great! That was beautiful. I'm so glad I could drop the string. I did it as soon as your tongue darted out and licked up that drop. I knew you could do it. Now rest for a minute. You're off to a good start on the appetizer.

"Now listen while you're recovering. All I want you to do is what you always do. I'm really going to miss your magic tongue. You know exactly what I like -- how you lick all over the outside down to my thighs, how you comb and part my pubic hair with your tongue, how you gently stick your tongue in a little when my lips start to open, how you start lapping away slowly at first and then keep getting faster until I burst into an orgasm. So just do what you always do. All right, I'm ready for you to begin. Here's a little tug to remind you.

"Jeremy, am I going to have to go through a long process for everything? OK, here's a harder jerk. Ooops! That may have been too hard. I'm sorry. But you're not reacting. Why are you putting yourself through this, Jeremy? All right. Have it your way. I'm starting to pull again.

"That didn't take long. I'm glad you're not forcing me to hurt you. I don't want pain for you. I just want you to feel some of the humiliation that I felt when I found out what you did. What you're doing feels so good. You know, I never saw you do this. I only felt it. It's twice as exciting to watch it on the monitor while it's happening. I can see that I'm starting to open up already. OK, stop a second and try to control the gagging. Calm down, Jeremy. I know you can do it without me starting to pull again.

"That's it. Up and down. I'm see how I'm opening now. I never knew it was so bright red inside when I'm aroused. I don't see any white there. Can you taste anything like that drop you ate? Oh, look how wide I am now, and I see another drop right at the bottom. Lick it lean. There, now it's all red again. Ooops! A little more white. That's it. Lick it up. You know exactly what to do.

"OK, I'm starting to feel really funny inside. I want you to just lay your head back on the cushions, Jeremy, and Violet is going to adjust us, so that my clitoris is at your lips. Now I want to see that tongue sticking straight up and just flicking my clitoris, slowly at first. OK, now faster. Oh, I'm losing control. Oh oh. I just saw a huge ball of white cream flowing out of me and down your tongue into your mouth. Wow! I can see why you stopped. You're choking. You must have deposited a lot of stuff inside me. Yes, you better swallow it or it will go down the wrong pipe again. Take it easy. No gagging. You can do it. Your gulping sounds so exciting to me. I can't believe how aroused I am.

"You seem to have recovered a little. Time to lick the clitoris again. That's it. More white is coming out, but not a huge gob like that first one. It's more like a little stream. You can handle it. Swallow and keep licking just like that. Oh no! Here I go!"

Celia began rubbing her vagina hard across Jeremy's face. As more semen escaped, it was rubbed all over his face. Then she lifted up and slammed down onto his face, pressing his head into the cushions before she stopped. She sat there on his face for a few minutes breathing heavily, and then she got up and turned around.

"Thank you, Jeremy," she said. "I'll always remember that one, and I'm sure I'll watch it often." She tried to sound cheerful, but he saw she was crying again.

Jeremy lay on the bed breathing deeply and not moving. He was still weak from nearly being smothered and nauseated by the smell in his nose and the taste in his mouth. Celia got up and went to the bathroom. She came back with a warm, wet cloth and gently cleaned all the semen off his face.

"I hope you enjoyed the appetizer, Jeremy. They call that cream pie. It's sort of like a quiche. You don't have to do anything now but rest up while we prepare you for the milkshake. This won't be hard, because you're an advanced yoga student. Just think of it as a modified plow.

"I'm going to get here behind your head while Daisy is lifting your feet into the air. I don't need to tell you that if you don't cooperate or try to kick, I'll be tugging that string. That's it. You got the idea. Now that your ankles are in the air, Daisy is going to push them back over your head to where I can grab them. There, I have them.

"Now I'm pulling them while Pansy is pushing pillows under your back for support. I'm bending you in an arc and pulling your feet back further while Pansy pushes pillows. There, we're almost in position. Pansy, please adjust him now. That's it. Just like that.

"OK, you're ready for your treat, Jeremy. You closed your eyes, but you need to open them now. That startled you, I see. You are looking up right at your ass, just a few inches above your head. See if I pull your legs apart like this, you can see right through your butt hair into your asshole.

"While I hold you open like this, Violet is pouring some lube across her fingers and sticking a couple of them inside you. I know you love the feeling of my fingers in there, so you won't mind. There, I think that's enough lube, Violet. Do you have the baster, Pansy? Don't close your eyes, Jeremy. Look up at what we're doing, or I'll have to pull the string.

"See it's a clear plastic turkey baster, thick and long. Pansy is slowly pushing it deep inside you as far as it will go. It looks like you've got a lot of depth, because she got it in all the way to the bulb. Now she's squeezing the bulb slowly and basting your insides with your own warm semen. Yes, it's not frozen anymore. We melted it and warmed it up just a little in the microwave. I'm sure you can smell it. The smell is a lot stronger when it's warm.

"Let's see how much we can get into you. It looks like it's all going in. No, some is starting to squeeze back out the side of the baster. You can stop squeezing the bulb Pansy and carefully pull the baster out.

"We're almost ready for your milkshake, Jeremy. I see a drop already on your little wrinkled rosebud because it couldn't close fast enough to keep everything inside. But you won't have to lick it off your ass. We're going to wipe it clean, because that way it will look more dramatic.

"Do you see what Daisy is pushing inside you now? It's a bright red rubber bulb syringe with a long snout. The snout is going all the way in, and now Daisy is squeezing the bulb. Do you know what's in that bulb? Absolutely nothing. Just air. And all that air is going into your colon now. There, it's squeezed flat. Now she's taking it out and letting go of the bulb so it's filling up with air again.

"Now it's going back in. Squeeze the air in slowly, Daisy, but all of it. OK, one more time. Good. I see Jeremy is starting to squirm. One more time should do it. That's great. He's really moving.

"OK, Jeremy, I'm going to squeeze your nostrils shut now with my fingers and put my other hand over your mouth. Take a deep breath first and hold it in as long as you can. The longer you can do it, the less time you'll feel like you're being suffocated. Eventually you'll start feeling that way, but don't worry. I won't let you pass out.

"When my hands come away, you'll open your mouth really wide to gasp for air. Just a few more seconds. I see your eyes are getting wide and you are scared you're going to die. Don't worry. Let's count down from 10. There, now you can open wide and take some deep breaths. 

"Did you hear that? It was like a shot. When you became weak from lack of air, it weakened your control of your bowels. And when you opened your mouth, your ass shot a huge ball of semen into it. And now here's another shot, and another, like a machine gun. It's all that air we pumped inside you that's making you fart all the come into your mouth.

"Yes, swallow as fast as you can to keep from choking. Don't worry about the stuff going up your nose. It will burn, and the smell is horrible, but it's harmless. Your mouth is so full, it's flowing out all over your face. Your eyes are covered and your hair is soaking with it. And your ass is still shooting like a machine gun.

"Wow! Your face looks like a ball that's been dipped into melted vanilla ice cream. It's going to look great on the video.

"Did I tell you that I'm making two copies of the videos, one for me and one for you? In case you misplace yours, I'll have mine to show the jury. I'm going to plead not guilty, so that I'll get to testify about what you did to me in front of the jury and show my revenge. The judge will probably clear the court before the jury sees the video, but I'm sure there are a lot of people in the courthouse who can will check it out of the evidence room. I wouldn't be surprised if there are lots of copies made. Maybe it will even be posted to the Internet and I can watch it while I'm serving my time.

"Do you know what they call this milkshake, Jeremy? They call it a dirt pipe milkshake. It looks like your explosions have stopped, but the white river is still flowing. What a sight! I think I just had another orgasm, Jeremy."

After that, she didn't say anything. Jeremy didn't say anything either. His nose was full of semen, so he had to breathe through his mouth, but each time he opened it, more semen fell in, so the only sound was his occasional sobbing gasps and gagging. Semen was in his ears, so when he heard a strange sound, at first he didn't know what it was. He strained to hear, and then he realized it was Celia sobbing. She went on for a while, and then the sobbing tapered off. She bent over close to his ear and spoke to him. She didn't sound gleeful anymore. She sounded gloomy.

"We still have a lot of your come left, Jeremy," she said. "You were going to get seconds and maybe thirds, but suddenly I find I can't go on. I hate looking at you like this, and I hate myself for doing this to you. It felt good for a while, but now it feels horrible. I'll give you a copy of the video to use against me if you want to send me to prison, but I'm not going to make a copy for me. I never want remind myself of this night. I'll be right back. I'm going to get something to clean off your face."

When she came back, she moved his head away from the pool of semen it was lying in, and then she gently washed off his face. His hair was still so thick and white and wet that it looked like someone was shampooing it with semen. Even with his face clean, he couldn't stop gagging and heaving from the taste and smell in his mouth and nose. He was sobbing hysterically, but gradually, he calmed down.

He looked up at her, and he saw she was crying silently now. Through her tears, she said, "Jeremy, I wanted to tell you again that I will always remember the good times with you before you cheated and put us both in danger.

"I don't believe what you said the other day, but for a long time, I was hoping you would say something like that. I was hoping that you would grow up and be capable of loving someone else besides yourself, and I was hoping that person would be me.

"Now I can only hope that some day you find a woman you love enough to be faithful to, and you will both have a wonderful life together. I hope you'll be so happy that you'll forgive me for this. I wish you only the best, Jeremy. Goodbye."

Jeremy tried to say something, but when he started to talk, it moved around some semen in his mouth and nose, which made him gag and retch again. Celia looked at him and continued to cry for a while. Then she got up and walked out of the bedroom, holding onto Daisy for support.

A second after they left the room, Violet walked to the bed, leaned over him and slapped him violently on his right cheek. He cried out and tried to move away, but she pushed his hands away from his face and slapped him hard on his left cheek.

"I'm sorry," said Violet, "but I had to wake you up. Daisy is keeping Celia downstairs in the living room for a few minutes before they leave. I hope you are smart enough to see how much she still loves you, and if you want her, you've got to forget how you're feeling right now, forget about all the come in your hair and forget about putting your clothes on. You need to run out that door and down the stairs and get on your knees and --"

Violet stopped because he was already out the door and running down the stairs with the semen in his hair flying everywhere. She went to the door in time to see him slip on some of the semen, fall down the last three steps and land on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Then she smiled as she saw Celia rush to him and gather him in her arms.